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Take a little walk to the edge of town |
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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 the border fires |
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In the humming wires |
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Hey man, you know |
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You're never coming 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 |
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Tell you that you've been a good boy |
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He'll rekindle all 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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But there won't be a single thing that you can do |
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He's a god, he's a man |
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He's a ghost, he's a guru |
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They're whispering his name |
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Through 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 don't have no money? |
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He'll get you some |
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You don't have no car? |
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He'll get you one |
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You don't have 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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A stack 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 ain't what he seems |
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You'll see him in your head |
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On the TV screen |
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And 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 the 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 |
