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Edited on Fri Feb-23-07 12:06 AM by MoseyWalker
A long time ago, to some.
Artist: Chris Rea Album: The Road To Hell Year: 1989 Title: 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 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
Well I'm standing by the river But the water doesn't flow It boils with every poison you can think of And I'm underneath the streetlight But the light of joy I know Scared beyond belief way down in the shadows And the perverted fear of violence Chokes the smile on every face And common sense is ringing out the bell 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 pieces of paper flying away from you Oh look out world, take a good look What comes down here You must learn this lesson fast and learn it well This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway Oh no, this is the road Said this is the road This is the road to hell
It doesn't matter how politicians position themselves anymore. They have been bought and sold, and tomorrow, as well as tonight, belongs to the corporations who have sold america and all the people living in it to other countries.
We have been on the road to hell for quite some time. Wake up and smell the tea.
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