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       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 streetlights   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 bells   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   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 to Hell