CRIS REA - 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