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 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

Tell you that you've been a good boy

He'll wrap you in his arms

He'll rekindle all those 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 no money?

He'll get you some

You don't have no car?

He'll get you one

You don't have no self-respect

You feel like an insect

Well don't you worry buddy

Cause here he comes

Through the ghetto and the barrio

And the bowery and the slum

A shadow is cast wherever he stands

A stack of green paper in his

Red right hand

He'll appear out of nowhere but

You'll see him in your nightmares

You'll see him in your dreams

He ain't 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 the one microscopic cog

In his catastrophic plan

Designed and directed by

His red right hand