The Road to Hell, Pt. 1 & 2

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 paralyzed 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

Well, I'm standing by a river
But the water doesn't flow
It boils with every poison
You can think of

And I'm underneath the streetlight
But the light of joy I know
Scared beyond belief
Way down in the shadows

And the perverted fear of violence
Chokes a smile on every face
And common sense is ringing
Out the bell
This ain't no technological breakdown, oh no
This is the road to Hell

And all the roads jam up with credit
And there's nothing you can do
It's all just bits of paper
Flying away from you

This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway
Oh no, this is the road
This is the road
This is the road to Hell

This is the road to Hell