Red Right Hand

Take a little walk to a country 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 board of fires and the humming wire

Hey man, you know you're never coming back

Across the square, cross the bridge, cross the mill, past the stack

On the gathering storm comes a tall handsome man

With a dusty black coat and 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-a 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 ghetto and the barrio and the valley and the slum

His shadow is cast wherever he stands

Got some 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

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