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Red Right Hand
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Take a little wak to the edge of town
Where the viaduct looms,
As it shifts and cracks
Go across the tracks
like a bird of doom
in the humming wires
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
Hey man, you know
Past the square, past the bridge,
you're never coming back
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
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll wrap you in his arms,
He'll rekindle all those dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
But there won't be a single thing
heal your shrinking soul
that you can do
He's a ghost, he's a god,
They're whispering his name
he's a man, he's a guru
across this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand
You ain't got money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car?
He'll get you one
You ain't got no selfcause here he comes
you feel like an insect
Through the ghetto and the barrio
Well don't you worry buddy,
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
red right hand
Stacks of green paper in his
you'll see him in your dreams
You'll see him in your nightmares
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
you to turn it off
And hey buddy, I'l warning
He's a ghost, he's a god,
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
he's a man, he's a guru
Designed and directed by
his red right hand
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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