Paroles
Take a walk through the edge of town, pass the tracks
Viaduct looms, like a bird of doom, she shifts and she cracks
Whispering wires in the border fires humm you ain't never coming back
Cross the square, the bridge, the mills and the stacks
On a gathering storm
Here comes a tall dark man
There near he lives
Red right hand
You got no money, well, they'll get you some
You got no car, well, they'll get you one
You got no respect if you are like an insect
Don't worry 'cause, buddy, here he comes
Cross the barrio, the ghetto and the slum
Casting his shadow wherever he stands
Green stake of paper there in his
Red right hand
A nightmare, he's in your dream
He's everywhere on TV screen
I'm warning you, better turn him off
He's a man, he's a god, he's a ghost, a guru
You are a microscopic in his catastrophic plan
Written and directed by
Red right hand
Oh, for crying out loud
