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 paralysed 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 '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

Then 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