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 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.
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