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, 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 your soul, heal your shrinking soul but 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 though this disapearing land But hidden in his coat is a red right hand
You dont own no money? He'll get you some You don't have no car? he'll get you one You dont have no self respect you feel like an insect, Well dont you worry buddy coz here he comes Through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slums A shadow is cast whereever 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 no where but he aint what he seems You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen And hey buddy, Im 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.
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