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Your Lucky Day In Hell [Eels] Red Right Hand [Nick Cave]

 
Your Lucky Day In Hell

 

 

Mama gripped onto the milkman’s hand

And then she finally gave birth

Years go by and still I don’t know

Who shall inherit this earth

And no one will know my name until it’s on a stone

This could be your lucky day in hell

Never know who it might be at your doorbell

This could be your lucky day in hell

Waking up with an ugly face

Winston churchill in drag

Looking for a new maternal embrace

Another tired old gag

Am I just a walking bag of chewed up dust and bones?

This could be your lucky day in hell

Never know who it might be at your doorbell

This could be your lucky day in hell

Father teresa you can’t make me into you

I never wanna be like you

Why can’t you see? it’s me

You know it’s time to let me go

This could be your lucky day in hell

Never know who it might be at your doorbell

This could be your lucky day in hell

 

  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 those 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 ghost, he’s a god,

he’s a man, he’s a guru

They’re whispering his name

across 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

Trough the ghetto 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

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 byhis red right hand


 

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