Red Right Hand

Take a little walk to the edge of town
 And go across the track
 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 stack
 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 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
 You don't have no money?
 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
 You see him in your nightmares
 You 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
 Hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off
 But 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