Chris Rea — текст песни (The Road To Hell)

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 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.