Take a little walk to the edge of town
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And go across the tracks
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Where the viaduct looms,
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Like a bird of doom
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As it shifts and cracks
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Where secrets lie in
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The humming wires and
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The border fires well you know you're never comin back
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Past the square, past the bridge
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Past the mills, past the stacks
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On a gathering storm comes
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A tall handsome man
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In a dusty black coat with
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A red right hand
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He'll wrap you in his arms and
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Tell you that you've been a good boy
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He'll rekindle all of those dreams
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It took you a lifetime to destroy
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He'll reach deep into the hole,
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Heal your shrinking soul
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And there won't be a single thing
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That you can do
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He's a god, he's a ghost,
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He's a man, he's a guru
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They're whispering his name
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Across this disappearing land
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But hidden in his coat
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Is a red right hand
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You haven't got no money?
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He'll get you some
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If you haven't got no car,
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He'll get you one
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You've got no self-respect,
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You feel like an insect
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Well don't you worry buddy,
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Cause here he comes
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Through the ghetto and the barrio
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And the bowery and the slum
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A shadow is cast wherever he stands
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Stacks of green paper in his
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Red right hand
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You'll see him in your nightmares,
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You'll see him in your dreams
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He'll appear out of nowhere but
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He's not what he seems
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You'll see him in your head and
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On the TV screen
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Hey buddy, I'm warning
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You to turn it off
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He's a ghost, he's a god,
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He's a man, he's a guru
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You're one microscopic cog
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In his catastrophic plan
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Designed and directed by
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His red right hand
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Red Right Hand
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