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