Take a litle 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  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  Hey buddy, you know you're  never ever coming back  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 ain't got no money?  He'll get you some  You ain't got no car? He'll get you one  You ain't got 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  (Organ solo)  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  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 one microscopic cog  in his catastrophic plan  Designed and directed by  his red right hand  (Organ solo)