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 turning 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

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 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

Through the ghettos and the barrio

And the Bowery and the slums

A shadow is cast wherever he stands

Stacks of green paper in his

Red right hand