Red Right Hand

Take a 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'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 Red right hand The red right hand