Iggy Pop, Jarvis Cocker - Red Right Hand (Red Right Hand) lyrics
[Iggy Pop, Jarvis Cocker - Red Right Hand Red Right Hand lyrics]
Take a little walk to the edge of town
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
In the humming wires hey man, 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 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
Red right hand
You don't have no money?
Well, 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 barrio
And the Bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his red right hand
Red right hand red right hand
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
Because it's all turned confusing
When you see him in your head
And he'll tell you tV screen
You'll see him in your head
And on the TV screen
And 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
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
Red right hand red right hand
Red right hand your nightmares are real
You'll see him in your nightmares
Because your nightmares are real
They're based on the things you want
And you can get in fucked up trouble
If you try to get them
And he puts those things in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere
In many many guises
He ain't any particular kind of thing
He's a hymn he's a herd
He's a shit he's a piss
He's a head he's a foot
He's an ass
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru yeah, well
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
In the humming wires hey man, 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 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
Red right hand
You don't have no money?
Well, 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 barrio
And the Bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his red right hand
Red right hand red right hand
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
Because it's all turned confusing
When you see him in your head
And he'll tell you tV screen
You'll see him in your head
And on the TV screen
And 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
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
Red right hand red right hand
Red right hand your nightmares are real
You'll see him in your nightmares
Because your nightmares are real
They're based on the things you want
And you can get in fucked up trouble
If you try to get them
And he puts those things in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere
In many many guises
He ain't any particular kind of thing
He's a hymn he's a herd
He's a shit he's a piss
He's a head he's a foot
He's an ass
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru yeah, well