� � Take a little walk to the edge of town and go across the track � � Where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom as it ships and cracks � � Where secrets lie in the border fires and the humming wires � � Hey man, you know you're never coming back � � Across the square, across the bridge, across 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 owe no money, 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 barry and the slums � � His 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 a 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 � � � � � � � � �