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 HUMMIN' WIRES
HEY, MAN, YOU KNOW
YOU'RE NEVER COMIN' BACK
PAST THE SQUARE
PAST THE BRIDGE
PAST THE MILLS
PAST THE STACKS
ON A GATHERIN' 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 SHRINKIN' SOUL
BUT THERE WON'T BE
A SINGLE THING-A
THAT YOU CAN DO
HE'S A GOD, HE'S A MAN
HE'S A GHOST, HE'S A GURU
THEY'RE WHISPERIN' HIS NAME
THROUGH THIS
DISAPPEARIN' 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
A-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 T.V. SCREEN
HEY, BUDDY, I'M WARNIN' YOU
TO TURN IT OFF
A-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