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 Ya
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 That 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 Have No 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 Slums 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