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Red Right Hand 
Hard
by Nick Cave & Bad Seeds
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a little walk to the of town
Go the tracks
Where the looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where lie in the border fires
In the wires
Hey man, you know
You're never coming back
Past the square, the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
A man
In a dusty black coat with
A red hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all those dreams
It you a to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole
Heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
Never turning 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 hidden 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, don't you worry
Cause he comes
the ghettos and the barrio
And the bowery and the slum
A shadow is wherever he stands
of green in his red hand
You'll see him in your nightmares
You'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere
But he ain't 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 catastrophic plan
and directed by his red right hand
Go the tracks
Where the looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where lie in the border fires
In the wires
Hey man, you know
You're never coming back
Past the square, the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
A man
In a dusty black coat with
A red hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all those dreams
It you a to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole
Heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
Never turning 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 hidden 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, don't you worry
Cause he comes
the ghettos and the barrio
And the bowery and the slum
A shadow is wherever he stands
of green in his red hand
You'll see him in your nightmares
You'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere
But he ain't 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 catastrophic plan
and directed by his red right hand
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