[Verse 1]
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
A fearful pressure paralyzed 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, I come to the valley of the rich
Myself to sell"
She said, "Son, this is the road to Hell"
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 4]
On your journey 'cross the wilderness
From the desert to the well
You have strayed upon the motorway to Hell
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