Lyrics:

Take a little walk to the edge of town
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, for you know you're 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
He'll tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all those dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy

He'll reach deep into the hole
Heal your shrinking soul
And there wont 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 haven't got no car?
He'll get you one

You've got 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's not what he seems

You'll see him in your head and 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