This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway...
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 quarter light
and she bent down real slow
A fearful pressure paralysed me in my shadows
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
On your journey 'cross the wilderness
from the desert to the well
You have strayed upon
the motorway to hell
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 quarter light
and she bent down real slow
A fearful pressure paralysed me in my shadows
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
On your journey 'cross the wilderness
from the desert to the well
You have strayed upon
the motorway to hell
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
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Size 1275 x 850px
File Size 1.06 MB
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