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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 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 nighares, 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