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 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,
[bad word] sense is ringing, out the bells.

This ain't no technological breakdown,

Oh-no, this is the road to [bad word] 

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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 [bad word]