Take a little walk to a country town, and go across the track Where the fire duct looms like a bird of doom as it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the board of fines and the humming wire Hey man, you know you're never coming back Aross the square, cross the bridge, cross the mill, past the stack On the gathering storm comes a tall handsome man With a dusty black coat and 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 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-a whispering his name through this dissapearing land But hidden in his coat is a red right hand You don't have 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 Through the ghetto and the barrio and the valley and the slum His shadow is cast whereever he stands Got some 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 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
Nick Cave
