The set of the sails ...

(A rather apocalyptic vision of the world we men have created...)

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 streetlight  /  But the light of joy I know

Is 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.

And all the roads jam up with credit  /  And there's nothing you can do

It's all just bits of papers  /  Flying away from you.

Oh look out world, take a good look  /  What comes down here,

You must learn your 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.