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
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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
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