The Road to Hell
Chris Rea

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Stood still in the 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 shadow 
She said Son - what are you doing here 
My fear for you has turned me - in my grave
I said Momma I've 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

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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 street light,  The delight of joy I know,
Scared beyond belief,  Way down in the shadows.
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   And the perverted fear of violence,  Chokes a smile on every face,
   Common sense is ringing, out the bells.  This ain't no technological breakdown,
   Oh-no, this is the road to hell.
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And as 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,  Look what goes down there,
You must learn this lesson fast, and learn it well.
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   This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway,
   Oh-no, this is the road,
   This is the road,
   This is the road ... to hell.