Take a little walk to the edge of town and go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires 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 reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul, 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 self-respect, you feel like an insect 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 (Solo) Bm,G X 4 You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen 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 (Solo) Bm,G X6