Исполнитель: Chris Rea

Композиция: The Road To Hell 3

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 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 of joy I know 
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 bell 
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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