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.
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.
Mass extinction, darling, hypocrisy...
These things are not good for me.
Do you see what I see, dear?
But what do we really know of the dead?
And who actually cares?
I don't know what it is,
But there's definitely something going on upstairs!
I don't claim to understand
The troubles that you've had.
But the dogs you say they fed you to
Lay their muzzles in your lap
And the lions that they led you to
Lie down and take a nap.
The ones you fear are wind and air,
And I love you without measure.
It seems we can be happy now,
Be it better late than never.
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