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The Road to Hell (Part 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 quarter light and she bent down real slow.
A fearful pressure paralyzed me in my shadows.
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 across 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 dawn here.
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.

The Road to Hell (Part 1 & 2) (1989) by Chris Rea

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