Red Right Hand [triple j Like A Version]

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 the secrets lie in the border fires in the humming wires Hey man, you're never turning back Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks On a gathering storm comes a dark handsome man In a dusty black coat with his 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 shrinking soul But 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 through this disappearing land But hidden in his coat is a red right hand Don't have no money? He'll get you some If you don't have no car, he'll get you one You don't have no self-respect, you feel like an insect Don't you worry, buddy, 'cause here he comes Through the ghetto, through the barrows and the Bowery and the slums A shadow is cast wherever he stands Stacks of green paper in his red right hand