Paroles
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 Shadow
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
