Take a little walk to the edge of town And 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
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 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
