Uploaded October 2023 | Updated September 2026, 8 hours ago
It's a scream, baby. By order of the peaky blinders.
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Microsoft Clipchamp is the most worthless video editing software of all time, I genuinely despise it with every fiber of my being
== CREDITS ==
Originally written by Nick Cave, Thomas Wydler, and Mick Harvey
Vocals, production, and keyboards by me
Drums and guitar by Matthew Harris
Theremin, otamatone, engineering, mixing, and mastering by Kelby Hancock
Gameplay is of "The Complex: Found Footage" on Steam
Rest in peace Arthur and Jethro Cave
Seriously genuinely actually fuck Microsoft Clipchamp
== LYRICS ==
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 any money? He'll get you some
You don't have a car? He'll get you one
You don't have any 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
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
It's a scream, baby. By order of the peaky blinders.
SUPPORT RFTP4!!
https://www.bell.garden/rftp4
Microsoft Clipchamp is the most worthless video editing software of all time, I genuinely despise it with every fiber of my being
== CREDITS ==
Originally written by Nick Cave, Thomas Wydler, and Mick Harvey
Vocals, production, and keyboards by me
Drums and guitar by Matthew Harris
Theremin, otamatone, engineering, mixing, and mastering by Kelby Hancock
Gameplay is of "The Complex: Found Footage" on Steam
Rest in peace Arthur and Jethro Cave
Seriously genuinely actually fuck Microsoft Clipchamp
== LYRICS ==
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 any money? He'll get you some
You don't have a car? He'll get you one
You don't have any 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
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
