Red Right Hand - KRAM

Take a little walk to the edge of town and go across the tracks

Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doomAs it shifts and cracks

Where secrets lie in the border fires,

in the humming wiresHey man, you knowyou’re never coming back

Past the square,

past the bridge,

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

He’ll wrap you in his arms,

tell you that you’ve been a good boy He’ll re kindle all the dreams it took you

a life time to destroy

He’ll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul, but there won’t be a

single thingthat 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

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 ghettos and the barrioand the bowery and the slum

A 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 And hey buddy,

I’m warningyou to turn it off

He’s a ghost,

he’s a god,

he’s a man,

he’s a guru

You’re one microscopic cogin his catastrophic plan Designed and directed by his

red right hand.