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
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
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
Red right hand
You don't have no money?
Well, 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 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
Red right hand
Red right hand
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
Because it's all turned confusing
When you see him in your head
And he'll tell you...
...TV screen
You'll see him in your head
And 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
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
Red right hand
Red right hand
Red right hand
Your nightmares are real
You'll see him in your nightmares
Because your nightmares are real
They're based on the things you want
And you can get in fucked up trouble
If you try to get them
And he puts those things in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere
In many many guises
He ain't any particular kind of thing

He's a hymn
He's a herd
He's a shit
He's a piss
He's a head
He's a foot
He's an ass

He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
Yeah, well