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 and the humming wires

Well, you know you're 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

He'll wrap you in his arms and tell ya that you've been a good boy

He'll rekindle all of those dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy

He'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul

And 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 whispering his name 'cross this disappearing land

But hidden in his coat is a red right hand

You don't have no money? He'll get you some

If you haven't got no car, he'll get you one

You've got no self-respect, you feel like an insect

Well, don't you worry, buddy, 'cause here he comes

Through the ghetto and the barrows, and the Bowery and the slums

A shadow is cast wherever 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's not what he seems

You'll see him in your head and 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