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Red Right Hand 
Hard
by Nick Cave & Bad Seeds
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Take a little to the of town
Go the tracks
the viaduct looms
Like a of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires
In the wires
Hey man, you know
You're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge
the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
In a dusty 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 all those dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll 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 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 an insect
Well, buddy buddy, don't you worry
Cause here he comes
the ghettos and the barrio
And the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper 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 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 by his red hand
Go the tracks
the viaduct looms
Like a of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires
In the wires
Hey man, you know
You're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge
the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
In a dusty 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 all those dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll 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 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 an insect
Well, buddy buddy, don't you worry
Cause here he comes
the ghettos and the barrio
And the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper 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 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 by his red hand
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