Chris Rea
Well I`m standing by a river , but the water doesn`t flow,
It boils with every poison you can think of.
And I`m underneath the streetlights, but the light of joy I know,
Scared beyond belief way down in the shadows.
And the peverted fear of violence chokes a smile on every face,
And a common sense is ringing out the bells .
This ain`t no technological breakdown , oh no this is the road to hell.
And all the roads jam up with credit, but 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 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 , this is the road, This is the road
to hell.
(hinzugefügt von Matthias G.)