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 the 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

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 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 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