Take a little walk to the edge of town and 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      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 know 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