Red right hand
(Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds)
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,
and the humming wires,
hey man, you know you're never coming back.
Across the square, across 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 gu...ru.
The're whispering his name,
through this disappearing land,
but hidden in his coat
is a red right hand.
You don't own 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 bari,
and the bari, and the slums.
His shadow is cast
where ever 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 your TV screen,
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 gu...ru.
Your one microscopic cog,
in his catastrophic plan.
Designed and directed by
his red right hand.
