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 cracksWhere secrets lie in the border fires,in the humming wiresHey man, you knowyou're never coming backPast the square, past the bridge,past the mills, past the stacksOn a gathering storm comesa tall handsome manin a dusty black coat witha red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms,tell you that you've been a good boyHe'll rekindle all the dreamsit took you a lifetime to destroyHe'll reach deep into the hole,heal your shrinking soul,but there won't be a single thingthat you can doHe's a god, he's a man,he's a ghost, he's a guruThey're whispering his namethrough this disappearing landBut hidden in his coatis a red right hand
You don't have no money?He'll get you someYou don't have no car?He'll get you oneYou don't have no self-respect,you feel like an insectWell don't you worry buddy,'cause here he comesThrough the ghettos 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 ain't what he seemsYou'll see him in your head,on the TV screenAnd hey 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