Take a little walk to the edge of town <br />Go across the tracks <br />Where the viaduct looms, <br />like a bird of doom <br />As it shifts and cracks <br />Where secrets lie in the border fires, <br />in the humming wires <br />Hey man, you know <br />you're never coming back <br />Past the square, past the bridge, <br />past the mills, past the stacks <br />On a gathering storm comes <br />a tall handsome man <br />In a dusty black coat with <br />a red right hand <br /><br />He'll wrap you in his arms, <br />tell you that you've been a good boy <br />He'll rekindle all the dreams <br />it took you a lifetime to destroy <br />He'll reach deep into the hole, <br />heal your shrinking soul <br />But there won't be a single thing <br />That you can do. <br />He's a god, he's a man, <br />he's a ghost, he's a guru <br />They're whispering his name <br />through this disappearing land <br />But hidden in his coat <br />is a red right hand <br /><br />You ain't got no money? <br />He'll get you some <br />You ain't got no car? <br />He'll get you one <br />You ain't have no self-respect, <br />you feel like an insect <br />Well don't you worry buddy, <br />cause here he comes <br />Through the ghettos and the barrio <br />and the bowery and the slum <br />A shadow is cast wherever he stands <br />Stacks of green paper in his <br />red right hand <br /><br />You'll see him in your nightmares, <br />you'll see him in your dreams <br />He'll appear out of nowhere but <br />he ain't what he seems <br />You'll see him in your head, <br />on the TV screen <br />And hey buddy, I'm warning <br />you to turn it off <br />He's a ghost, he's a god, <br />he's a man, he's a guru <br />You're one microscopic cog <br />in his catastrophic plan <br />Designed and directed by <br />his red right hand
