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
And hey buddy, Im warning
You to turn it off
Hes a ghost, hes a god
Hes a man, hes a guru
Youre one microscopic cog
In his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
His red right hand