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 humming wires and

The border fires well you know you're never comin 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 you 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 ghost,

He's a man, he's a guru

They're whispering his name

Across this disappearing land

But hidden in his coat

Is a red right hand

You haven't got 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 barrio

And the bowery and the slum

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