The Road to Hell, Chris Rea

Stood still on a highway
I saw a woman by the side of the road
With a face like 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, my self 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 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 and joy I know
Is 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 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
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


 

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