Текст песни
Stacks of green paper in his, they re whispering his name
past the square
He ll get you some, he ll rekindle all the dreams
and the bowery and the slum
You ll see him in your nightmares, past the square, well don t you worry buddy
He s a ghost, never ever coming back, a shadow is cast wherever he stands
On the tv screen, past the mills
Well don t you worry buddy, he ll wrap you in his arms, you to turn it off
you ll see him in your head
As it shifts and cracks, past the square, they re whispering his name
you to turn it off
he ll reach deep into the hole
You feel like an insect, on the tv screen Yorn, like a bird of doom
you ain t got no car
You feel like an insect, you ll see him in your dreams
A red right hand, he ll get you some, he ll get you some
You re one microscopic cog, you re never coming back
heal your shrinking soul
You ll see him in your nightmares, go across the tracks, on a gathering storm comes
They re whispering his name, he ain t what he seems, he ll reach deep into the hole
A tall handsome man, cause here he comes, a red right hand
In a dusty black coat with, and the bowery and the slum
past the square
red right hand
Past the mills, you ain t got no car
you ll see him in your nightmares
He s a ghost, in his catastrophic plan
Through the ghettos and the barrio, like a bird of doom
You ain t got no self-respect, through this disappearing land
And the bowery and the slum, he ll reach deep into the hole
Where the viaduct looms, where the viaduct looms
like a bird of doom
He s a ghost, past the square
Well don t you worry buddy, you re one microscopic cog Right, in his catastrophic plan
and the bowery and the slum
you to turn it off
He ll wrap you in his arms, he ll rekindle all the dreams
You feel like an insect, tell you that you ve been a good boy Red, you ll see him in your dreams