Arctic Monkeys - Red Right Hand lyrics
[Arctic Monkeys - Red Right Hand lyrics]
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 and the humming wires
Well, you know you'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 and tell
Ya that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all of those dreams it
Took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole
Heal your shrinking soul
And 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 'cross
This disappearing land
But hidden in his coat is a red right hand
You don't have no money? He'll get you some
If you haven't got no car, he'll get you one
You've got no self-respect
You feel like an insect
Well, don't you worry, buddy
'cause here he comes
Through the ghetto and the barrows
And the Bowery and the slums
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's not what he seems
You'll see him in your head
And 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
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 and the humming wires
Well, you know you'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 and tell
Ya that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all of those dreams it
Took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole
Heal your shrinking soul
And 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 'cross
This disappearing land
But hidden in his coat is a red right hand
You don't have no money? He'll get you some
If you haven't got no car, he'll get you one
You've got no self-respect
You feel like an insect
Well, don't you worry, buddy
'cause here he comes
Through the ghetto and the barrows
And the Bowery and the slums
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's not what he seems
You'll see him in your head
And 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