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Red Right Hand 
Hard
by Nick Cave & Bad Seeds
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a little walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
the viaduct looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the fires
In the wires
Hey man, you know
You're never coming back
Past the square, the bridge
the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
A handsome man
In a black coat with
A red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all dreams
It you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole
your soul
Hey buddy, you you're
Never back
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
Through this disappearing land
But in his coat
Is a red right hand
You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car? He'll get you one
You ain't got no self-respect
You feel like an insect
Well, buddy buddy, don't you worry
here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
And the bowery and the slum
A is cast wherever he stands
of green paper in his red right hand
You'll see him in nightmares
You'll see him in dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere
But he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head
On the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm telling
You to turn it off...
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
In his plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand
Go across the tracks
the viaduct looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the fires
In the wires
Hey man, you know
You're never coming back
Past the square, the bridge
the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
A handsome man
In a black coat with
A red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all dreams
It you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole
your soul
Hey buddy, you you're
Never back
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
Through this disappearing land
But in his coat
Is a red right hand
You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car? He'll get you one
You ain't got no self-respect
You feel like an insect
Well, buddy buddy, don't you worry
here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
And the bowery and the slum
A is cast wherever he stands
of green paper in his red right hand
You'll see him in nightmares
You'll see him in dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere
But he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head
On the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm telling
You to turn it off...
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
In his plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand
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