With a face that I knew like my own
 reflected in my window.
 Well
 she walked up to my quarterlight 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.

 We'll
 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 down here

 You must learn these 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