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
Hey buddy, you know you`re
never ever coming back
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 ain`t got no money?
He`ll get you some
You ain`t got no car? He`ll get you one
You ain`t 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 slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand
(Organ solo)
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
(Organ solo)