Nick Cave The Bad Seeds Red Right Hand

Take a litle 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 He ll wrap you in his arms, tell you that you ve been a good boy He ll rekindle all the dreams it too