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Chris Rea – The Road To Hell – 1989

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    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