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 humming wires and
the border fires well you know you´re never comin 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 and
tell you that you´ve been a good boy
He´ll rekindle all of those dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He´ll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
And there won´t be a single thing
That you can do
He´s a god, he´s a ghost,
he´s a man, he´s a guru
They´re whispering his name
Across this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand

You haven´t got no money?
He´ll get you some
If you haven´t got no car,
He´ll get you one
You´ve got 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
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´s not what he seems
You´ll see him in your head and
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