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 
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, [bad word] to the valley 
of the rich 
Myself to sell" 
She said "Son, this is the road 
to [bad word]  
On your journey 'cross the 
wilderness 
From the desert to the well 
You have strayed upon the motorway 
to [bad word] 

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  [bad word] sense is ringing out 
the bell 
This ain't no technological breakdown 
Oh no, this is the road to [bad word] 

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 
Oh look out world, take a good look  [bad word] 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 [bad word]