Standard (EADGBE)

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.

Slide solo

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.

Solo