Take a little walk to the edge of town and go across the track
Where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom as it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires is in the humming wires
Hey man, you know you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stack
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 that 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
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
But he's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru
You're a microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand