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 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 you that you've been a good boy He'll rekindle all the 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 ghettos and the barrows 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 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