Red Right Hand
Take a little walk to the edge of townand go across the tracksWhere the viaduct looms,like a bird of doomAs it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie inthe humming wires andthe border fireswell you know you're never comin backPast the square, past the bridgepast the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comesa tall handsome manIn a dusty black coat witha red right hand
He'll wrap you in his armsand tell you that you've been a good boyHe'll rekindle all of those dreamsit took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,heal your shrinking soulAnd there won't be a single thingThat you can doHe's a god, he's a ghost,he's a man, he's a guru
They're whispering his nameAcross this disappearing landBut hidden in his coatis a red right hand
You haven't got no money?He'll get you someIf you haven't got no car,He'll get you oneYou've got no self-respect,you feel like an insectWell don't you worry buddy,cause here he comesThrough the ghetto and the barrioand the bowery and the slumA shadow is cast wherever he standsStacks of green paper in hisred right hand
You'll see him in your nightmares,you'll see him in your dreamsHe'll appear out of nowhere buthe's not what he seemsYou'll see him in your head andon the TV screenhey buddy, I'm warningyou to turn it offHe's a ghost, he's a god,he's a man, he's a guruYou're one microscopic cogin his catastrophic planDesigned and directed byhis red right hand