CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 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 fire, in the humming wire
Hey, man, you know you're never coming back
He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name through a disappearing land
But hidden in his coat is a red right hand
[Instrumental Break]
You don't have no money? He'll get you some
You don't have no car? He'll gеt you one
You don't have no self-rеspect, you feel like an insect
Well, don't 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
[Instrumental Break]
You see him in your nightmares, you see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere, but he ain't what he seems
You'll feel 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
Where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom as it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fire, in the humming wire
Hey, man, you know you're never coming back
He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name through a disappearing land
But hidden in his coat is a red right hand
[Instrumental Break]
You don't have no money? He'll get you some
You don't have no car? He'll gеt you one
You don't have no self-rеspect, you feel like an insect
Well, don't 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
[Instrumental Break]
You see him in your nightmares, you see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere, but he ain't what he seems
You'll feel 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
