Derrick Rose M.V.P. 2010/2011 - Red Right Hand / Arctic 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
He's a god, he's a ghost,
he's a man, he's a guru






THEY'RE WHISPERING HIS NAME THROUGH  THIS DISAPPEARING LAND
BUT HIDDEN IN HIS COAT IS A RED RIGHT HAND!




You haven't got no money, He'll get you some
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 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!






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's not 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.