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Red Right Hand 
Hard
by Nick Cave & Bad Seeds
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Take a little to the edge of town
Go the tracks
the viaduct looms
Like a of doom
As it shifts and cracks
secrets lie in the border fires
In the humming wires
Hey man, you know
You're never coming back
Past the square, the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a 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 those dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll deep into the hole
Heal your soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
Never ever 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 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 like an insect
Well, buddy, don't you worry
Cause he comes
Through the and the barrio
And the bowery and the slum
A shadow is wherever he stands
Stacks of green in his red right hand
You'll see him in your 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 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
Designed and directed by his red right hand
Go the tracks
the viaduct looms
Like a of doom
As it shifts and cracks
secrets lie in the border fires
In the humming wires
Hey man, you know
You're never coming back
Past the square, the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a 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 those dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll deep into the hole
Heal your soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
Never ever 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 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 like an insect
Well, buddy, don't you worry
Cause he comes
Through the and the barrio
And the bowery and the slum
A shadow is wherever he stands
Stacks of green in his red right hand
You'll see him in your 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 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
Designed and directed by his red right hand
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