Take a little walk to the edge of town and go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom as it shifts and cracks Where the secrets lie in the border fires and the homemade wire Hey man, you never turn it back Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks On a gathering storm comes a dark, handsome man In a dusty black coat with his red, red hair 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, give you a shrinking soul But there won't be a single thing you can't do He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru They whisper in his name through this disappearing land But hidden in his coat is his red, red hair Don't have no money, he'll get you some Don't have no car, he'll get you one You don't have no self-respect, you feel like an insect No worry, body cut, teary gump Through the ghetto, through the barrio, through the bowery and the slums A shadow is cast wherever he stands Stack of green paper in his red, red hair He'll reach deep into the hole, give you a shrinking soul But there won't be a single thing you can't do He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru