Take a little walk to the edge of townGo across the tracksWhere the viaduct looms,like a bird of doomAs it shifts and cracksWhere secrets lie in the border fires,in the humming wiresHey man, you knowyou're never coming backPast the square, past the bridge,past the mills, past the stacksOn a gathering storm comesa tall handsome manIn a dusty black coat witha red right handHe'll wrap you in his arms,tell you that you've been a good boyHe'll rekindle all the dreamsit took you a lifetime to destroyHe'll reach deep into the hole,heal your shrinking soulHey buddy, you know you'renever ever coming backHe's a god, he's a man,he's a ghost, he's a guruThey're whispering his namethrough this disappearing landBut hidden in his coatis a red right handYou ain't got no money?He'll get you someYou ain't got no car? He'll get you oneYou ain't got no self-respect,you feel like an insectWell don't you worry buddy,cause here he comesThrough the ghettos and the barrioand the bowery and the slumA shadow is cast wherever he standsStacks of green paper in hisred right hand(Organ solo)You'll see him in your nightmares,you'll see him in your dreamsHe'll appear out of nowhere buthe ain't what he seemsYou'll see him in your head,on the TV screenAnd hey buddy, I'm warningyou to turn it offHe's a ghost, he's a god,he's a man, he's a guruYou're one microscopic cogin his catastrophic planDesigned and directed byhis red right hand
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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
(Organ solo)
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
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
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