Part 1: ============================ Stood still on a highway I saw a woman By the side of the road With a face that I knew like my own Reflected in my window Well she walked up to my quarterlight And she bent down real slow A fearful pressure paralysed me In my shadow She 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 rich Myself to sell" She said "Son this is the road to Hell" On your journey ’cross the wilderness From the desert to the well You have strayed upon the motorway to Hell Part 2 ================================== Well I’m standing by the river But the water doesn’t flow. It boils with every poison - You can think of. And I’m underneath the street light The delighted of joy I know Scared beyond belief Way down in the shadows. And the perverted fear of violence Chokes a smile on every face A common sense is ringing out the bells. This ain’t no technological breakdown Oh-no this is the road to hell. And as the roads jam up with credit And there’s nothing you can do It’s all just bits of paper Flying a way from you. Oh look out world take a good look Look who’s down there You must learn this lesson fast and learn it well. This ain’t no upwardly mobile freeway Oh-no this is the road This is the road This is the road ... to hell.