text: 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 and the humming wires
  Well, you know youre 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
  Hell wrap you in his arms and tell ya that youve been a good boy
  Hell rekindle all of those dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy
  Hell reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul
  And there wont be a single thing that you can do
  Hes a god, hes a man, hes a ghost, hes a guru
  Theyre whispering his name cross this disappearing land
  But hidden in his coat is a red right hand
  You dont have no money? Hell get you some
  If you havent got no car, hell get you one
  Youve got no self-respect, you feel like an insect
  Well, dont you worry, buddy, cause here he comes
  Through the ghetto and the barrows
  And the Bowery and the slums
  A shadow is cast wherever he stands
  Stacks of green paper in his red right hand
  Youll see him in your nightmares, youll see him in your dreams
  Hell appear out of nowhere, but hes not what he seems
  Youll see him in your head and on the TV screen
  Hey, buddy, Im warning you to turn it off
  Hes a ghost, hes a god, hes a man, hes a guru
  Youre one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
  Designed and directed by his red right hand