Letras
Take a little walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the violet looms like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie and the border flies
And the humming wires
Man, you know you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
O'er the 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
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
Then whisper his name through this disappearing land
Hidden in his coat is a red right hand
You don't owe 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, here he comes
Through the ghetto and the barrio, the bowery and the slum
And his 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
Hey buddy, I'm warning you, turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru
You're a microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand