Red Right Hand
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

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 hummin' wires
Hey man you know you're never comin' back
Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks
On a gatherin' 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 the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinkin' soul
But there won't be a single thing a-that you can do
He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're a-whisperin' his name through this disappearin' land
But hidden in his coat is a red right hand

You don't own no money? He'll get you some
You don't have no car? He'll get you one
You don't have no self respect, you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy, cause here he comes
A-through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slum
His 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
Hey buddy I'm warnin' you to turn it off
A-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


...I think I could totally hear Tyr Anasazi singin' that, don't you?