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 knowyou're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comesa tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat witha red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms,tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreamsit took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you'renever ever coming back
He's a god, he's a man,he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his namethrough this disappearing land
But hidden in his coatis 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 barrioand the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in hisred right hand(
Organ solo)
You'll see him in your nightmares,you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere buthe ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warningyou to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cogin his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed byhis red right hand(
Organ solo)
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