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 agathering storm comes a tall handsome man

In a dusty black coat and 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 your soul, heal your shrinking soul

but there wont be a single thing that you can do

He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru

They're whispering his name though this disapearing land

But hidden in his coat is a red right hand



You dont own no money? He'll get you some

You don't have no car? he'll get you one

You dont have no self respect you feel like an insect,

Well dont you worry buddy coz here he comes

Through the ghetto and the barrio and the bowery and the slums

A shadow is cast whereever 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 no where but he aint what he seems

You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen

And hey buddy, Im 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