دست انتقام جویانه خدا

Take a little walk to the edge of town

Go across the tracks

Where the viaduct looms,

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 this square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks

On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man

In a dusty black coat with a red right hand

He’ll wrap you in his arms, tell you that you’ve been a good boy

He’ll rekindle all those dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy

He’ll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul

but they 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’re whispering his name across this disappearing land

But hidden in his coat is a red right hand

You don’t know money?

He’ll get you some

You don’t have no no car?

He’ll 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

Through the ghetto and the barrio and the Bowery and the slum

A shadow is cast wherever he stands

Stacks of green paper in his red right hand

You’ll see him in your nightmares, you’ll see him in your dreams

He’ll appear out of nowhere but he ain’t what he seems

You’ll see him in your head, on the TV screen

And hey buddy, I’m warning you to turn it off

He’s a ghost, he’s a god, he’s a man, he’s a guru

You’re one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan

Designed and directed by his red right hand