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









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










He'll extend his hand, real slowly for a shake

You'll see it coming toward you, real slowly for a shake


(Grabbing at your peril buddy?) cause you know you ain't

getting near much as he will take.



He's a...



He's mumbling words you can't understand

He's mumbling word behind his red right hand