歌词
Take a little walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct illumes 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 bridge, past the smiths
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
Dusty black coat with a red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
Rekindle all the dreams
Took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole
Hear 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've been whispering his name
Through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat is a red right hand
Don't have no money? Get you some
Don't have no cause? 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
The gales and the barrow and the bowery and the slums
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his red right hand
You see him in your nightmares
You see him in your dreams
He'll come out of nowhere
But he ain't what he seems
You see him in your head
On a TV screen
Hey buddy I'm warning you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a man
He's a god, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
In his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand
