take a little walk to the edge of town
where secrets lie in the border fires
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
but there won't be a single thing
they're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
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
a shadow is cast wherever he stands
stacks of green paper in his
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
you're one microscopic cog
designed and directed by his