| Take a litle 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 | 
| Hey man, 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, | 
| Tell you that you’ve been a good boy | 
| He’ll rekindle all the dreams | 
| It 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 have no money? | 
| He’ll 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 bowery and the slum | 
| 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 ain’t what he seems | 
| You’ll see him in your head, | 
| On the TV screen | 
| And 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 |