Red Right Hand

Take a little walk to the edge of 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 border fires is in the humming wires
Hey man, you know youre never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stack
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 that 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 ghetto and the barrio and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
A stack 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
Hey buddy, Im warning you to turn it off
But hes a ghost, hes a god, hes a man, hes a guru
Yourea microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand