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.

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 the 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.

You ain't got no money? He'll get you some. You ain't got no car? He'll get you one. You ain't got no self-respect, you feel like an insect Well don't you worry buddy, cause here he comes 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 red right hand.

Мальчик мой, Музыка дождя скажет мне, что с тобой. Мальчик мой, Вспоминай меня, вспоминай, Мальчик мой, мальчик мой. Мальчик мой, Пусть твоя звезда скажет мне, что с тобой. Мальчик мой, Вспоминай меня, вспоминай, Мальчик мой, мальчик мой.