Red Right Hand

Take a little walk to the edge of town
 And go across the tracks
 Where the viaduct looms
 Like a bird of doom
 As it shifts and cracks
 Where secrets lie in the border fires
 In the humming wires
 Hey man, you know you're never coming back
 Past the square, past the bridge
 Past the mills, past the stacks
 On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
 In a dusty black coat with a red right hand
 A red right hand
 
 He'll wrap you up in his arms
 Tell you that you've been a good boy
 He'll rekindle all the dreams
 It took you a lifetime to destroy
 He'll reach deep into the hole
 Heal your shrinking soul
 But there won't be a single thing
 That you can do
 He's a god, he's a man
 He's a ghost, he's a guru
 They're whispering his name
 Through this disappearing land
 But hidden in his coat is a red right hand
 
 A red right hand
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 You don't have no money?
 Well he'll get you some
 You don't have no car?
 He'll get you one
 You don't have no self-respect
 You feel like an insect
 Well, don't you worry buddy
 'Cause here he comes
 Through 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 right hand
 Red right hand
 Red right hand
 Red right hand
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 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
 Because, he taught the theory
 Well, you'll see him in your head
 And hey buddy on the TV screen
 You'll see him in your head
 And on the TV screen
 He's a ghost, he's a god
 He's a man, he's a guru
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 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
 Red right hand
 Red right hand
 Red right hand
 Your nightmares are real
 You'll see him in your nightmares
 'Cause your nightmares are real
 These are based on the things you want
 And you can get in fucking trouble if you try to get him
 And he puts those things in your dreams
 He will kill out of nowhere in many many guises
 He ain't any particular thing
 He's a young, he's a her, he's shit, he's a piss
 He's a head, he's a foot, in the penis an ass
 He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man
 He's a brew, yeah well