The Road to Hell, Pts. 1-2 [New Version 2008]

Well I'm standing a the river, but the water doesn't flow
It boils with every poison you can think of
And I'm underneath the streetlamp, but the light of joy I know
Is 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 bits of paper, flying away from you

This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway
Oh no, this is the road
This is the road...
This is the road to hell