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Wild God

Wild God

Wild God

Red Right Hand

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds


Take a little walk to the edge of town
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
 you’re never coming back
Past this 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,
 tell you that you’ve been a good boy
He’ll rekindle all those dreams 
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He’ll reach deep into the hole,
 heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you’re
 never ever coming back
He’s a ghost, he’s a god,
 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 ain’t got no money?
He’ll get you some
You ain’t got no car?
He’ll get you one
You ain’t 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 ain’t what he seems
You’ll see him in your head, 
on the TV screen
And 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

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