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