(Cummings/Wallace)



Nothing much left to say at social gatherings

Nothing much left behind from the time before

Got to learn about losing and pushin' your time

And trying just a bit too hard

You're on a one way road to Hell

You're on a one way road to Hell

With every step that you been taking now

You're finding out you can't turn around.



Working like the Devil at my desk all day

Wishing that my paperwork would fly away

I got a paper clip holder and my desk is clean

Woe wo wo wo wo wo wo is me.



Nothing much left of faith in the Martian industry

Genuine coon skin cap was the prize before

Got to learn about selling and pushin' your luck

And trying just a bit too hard

You're on a one way road to Hell

You're on a one way road to Hell

And the deeper that you're diggin' now

You're finding out you can't turn around.



Punching lovely buttons for my family

And, if I might add, quite unregrettably

I've got a friend who's a Doctor and my blood is clean

Dip dip dip dip dip hooray for me.



You're on a one way road to Hell

You can't turn around

What you gonna do

You're on a one way road.