Red Right Hand - PJ Harvey & Tim Phillips

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, for 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 of those dreams It took you a lifetime to destroy He'll reach deep into the hole Heal your shrinking soul And there wont 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 across 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 barrio 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

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 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 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 You 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 ghettos and the barrio 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 ain't what he seems You'll see him in your head, 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 You're one microscopic cog In his catastrophic plan Designed and directed by his red right hand

I live and die through England Through England It leaves a sadness Remedies never were within my reach I cannot go on as I am Withered vine reaching from the country That I love England You leave a taste A bitter one I have searched for your springs But people, they stagnate with time Like water, like air To you, England, I cling Undaunted, never failing love for you England

I caught it in the face Coming around again I thought it was worth waiting You're caught up in my head Wet sides from time to time But mostly I'm just dry You leave me dry You leave me dry You leave me dry You've come all this way No hair out of place You put it all on the stage You put right in my face You leave me dry You leave me dry You leave me dry A water well in sight No water at my sides I'm sucking on the well I'm sucking till I'm white But you leave me dry You leave me dry You leave me dry You leave me dry You leave me dry