Take a little walk to a country town, and go across the track
Where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom as it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the board of fires and the humming wire
Hey man, you know you're never coming back
Across the square, cross the bridge, cross the mill, past the stackOn the gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
With a dusty black coat and a red right handHe'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 guruThey're-a whispering his name through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat is a red right handYou 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 slumHis shadow is cast wherever he stands
Got some green paper in his red right handYou'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 offHe'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
Composição: Alex Harvey / Nick Cave / Thomas Wydler.
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