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Right Hand Man

from Up To No Good by Split Seven Ways

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This summer's the coldest in my history
It's creeping in my bones, the sun's never here
Can't imagine growing up in this ugly place
Every shadow speaks of hate and fear

The summers of my youth were clear and warm
Hiding behind them, pointing and jeering
But the worm turned in both of us
Our victim grew, now he's the one steering

I'm the Dark Lord's right hand man
And he's the left and hates the the sight of me
I was there in the Shrieking Shack
Full of echoes of him hanging from that tree
I saw the murder in his eyes
He's the Dark Lord's servant but he might
Carry on his hatred over to me
And I was never that good in a fight

Sometimes I think there is more to it
Than childhood battles and humilations
Treating me like a household drudge
And as if not killing me takes concentration

I creep around and I can barely breathe
I've given more than he ever could
I'm listening at doors and twitching at noise
I bet he thinks he's just misunderstood

I'm the Dark Lord's right hand man
And he's the left and hates the the sight of me
I was there in the Shrieking Shack
Full of echoes of him hanging from that tree
I saw the murder in his eyes
He's the Dark Lord's servant but he might
Carry on his hatred over to me
And I was never that good in a fight

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from Up To No Good, released September 1, 2008

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