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 those dreams. it took you a lifetime to destroy. He'll reach deep into the hole. heal your shrinking soul. But there won't be a single thing. that you can do. 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 don't own any 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. Through the ghetto 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 TV screen. And hey buddy I'll 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