a red right hand

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

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 / Hey buddy, you know you're / never ever coming back / 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

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He's mumbling words you can't understand
He's mumbling word behind his red right hand.