The Road To HellStood still on a highwayI saw a womanBy the side of the roadWith a face that I knew like my ownReflected in my windowWell she walked up to my quarterlightAnd she bent down real slowA fearful pressure paralysed meIn my shadowShe said "Son, what are you doing here?My fear for you has turned me in my grave"I said "Mama, I come to the valley of the richMyself to sell"She said "Son, this is the road to Hell"On your journey 'cross the wildernessFrom the desert to the wellYou have strayed upon the motorway to HellWell I'm standing by a riverBut the water doesn't flowIt boils with every poison you can think ofAnd I'm underneath the streetlightsBut the light of joy I knowScared beyond belief way down in the shadowsAnd the perverted fear of violenceChokes a smile on every faceAnd common sense is ringing out the bellsThis ain't no technological breakdownOh no, this is the road to HellAnd all the roads jam up with creditAnd there's nothing you can doIt's all just bits of paperFlying away from youLook out world take a good lookWhat comes down hereYou must learn this lesson fastAnd learn it wellThis ain't no upwardly mobile freewayOh no, this is the road to Hell