Take a little walk to the edge of town
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
In a dusty black coat with
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,
There won′t be a single thing
he′s a ghost, he's a guru
They′re whispering his name
through this disappearing land
You don't own 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,
Well don′t you worry buddy,
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
You'll see him in your nightmares,
you′ll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
You'll see him in your head,
And hey buddy, I′m warning
He's a ghost, he's a god,
You're one microscopic cog