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 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,

 Common sense is ringing, out the bells.

 This ain't no technological breakdown,

 Oh-no, this is the road to hell.

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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 hell.

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