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
youre 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
Hell wrap you in his arms,
tell you that youve been a good boy
Hell rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
Hell reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul,
but there wont be a single thing
that you can do
Hes a god, hes a man,
hes a ghost, hes a guru
Theyre whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand
You dont have no money?
Hell get you some
You dont have no car?
Hell get you one
You dont have no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well dont 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
Youll see him in your nightmares,
youll see him in your dreams
Hell appear out of nowhere but
he aint what he seems
Youll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
Hes a ghost, hes a god,
hes a man, he's a guru
Youre one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand
Your nightmares are real
Youll see him in your nightmare,
cause your nightmares are real
Youll get into ******* trouble if you try to get him,
and he puts those things in your dreams
Hell appear out of nowhere
in many many guises
He aint any particular thing
Hes a pimp, hes a whore
hes a ****, hes a piss,
hes a head, hes a foot
hes a ***** and an ass
Hes a ghost, hes a god,
hes a man, hes a guru
Yeah, well...