The road to hell (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      The road 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 streetlight   But the light of joy I know   Scared beyond belief way down in the shadows   And the perverted fear of violence   Chokes the 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 pieces of paper flying away from you   Oh look out world, take a good look   What comes down here   You must learn this lesson fast and learn it well   This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway   Oh no, this is the road   Said this is the road   This is the road to hell