| Take a little walk to the edge of town and go across the tracks
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| Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doomAs it shifts and cracks
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| Where secrets lie in the border fires,
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| in the humming wiresHey man, you knowyou’re never coming back
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| Past the square,
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| past the bridge,
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| past the mills,
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| past the stacks
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| On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man in a dusty black coat with a red
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| right hand
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| He’ll wrap you in his arms,
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| tell you that you’ve been a good boy He’ll re kindle all the dreams it took you
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| a life time to destroy
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| He’ll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul, but there won’t be a
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| single thingthat you can do
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| He’s a god,
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| he’s a man,
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| he’s a ghost,
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| he’s a guru
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| They’re whispering his name through this disappearing land
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| But hidden in his coat is a red right hand
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| You don’t have no money?
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| He’ll get you some
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| You don’t have no car?
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| He’ll get you one
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| You don’t have no self-respect, you feel like an insect
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| Well don’t you worry buddy,'cause here he comes
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| Through the ghettos and the barrioand the bowery and the slum
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| A shadow is cast wherever he stands
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| Stacks of green paper in his
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| red right hand
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| You’ll see him in your nightmares,
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| you’ll see him in your dreams
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| He’ll appear out of nowhere but he ain’t what he seems
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| You’ll see him in your head,
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| on the TV screen And hey buddy,
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| I’m warningyou to turn it off
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| He’s a ghost,
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| he’s a god,
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| he’s a man,
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| he’s a guru
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| You’re one microscopic cogin his catastrophic plan Designed and directed by his
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| red right hand. |