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
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 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
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 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'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 warning 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
 Designed and directed by his 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
 ♪
 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'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 warning 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
 Designed and directed by his red right hand