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 br, br,