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