1. Well I'm standing by the river, But the water doesn't flow. It boils with every poison - You can think of.

1. And I'm underneath the street light, The delight of joy I know, Scared beyond belief, Way down in the shadows.

And the perverted fear of violence, Chokes a smile on every face, Common sense is ringing, out the bells.

This ain't no technological breakdown, Oh-no, this is the road to hell.

And as the roads jam up with credit, And there's nothing you can do, It's all just bits of paper, Flying a way from you.

Oh look out world take a good look, Look who's down there, You must learn this 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.