LETRARed Right HandArctic Monkeys

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 humming wires
in the border fires, 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 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
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

You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car? He'll get you one
You ain't got 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

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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