In a land of sorrow and sadness,
I grew up believing the words of rock n roll,
I believed in fate, destiny, and happily ever after.

In a land of poverty and subservience,
I felt wealthy beyond all comparison,
I was rich with hopes, dreams and fantasies.

In a land of despair and regret,
I grew up and moved away, far far away,
To a land rich and happy, filled with marvels.\

In a land of wealth and influence,
My dreams of fairy tales were dashed,
I experienced misery and pain, day after day.\

In the land of princes and princesses,
I learnt of music full of sadness and anger.
I played the rhythm and the blues day after day,
night after night.

In the land of independence and power,
I felt trapped and powerless,
Life was happening
I fought against it
I grew up,
I lost

Then I met you!

These roads we pave,
Sometimes with shit,
Sometimes with silver,
Perhaps with gold.

We pave these roads
  With whatever we find,
    With whatever we can afford.

  But nothing changes the fact
    The simple fact,
      The destination is hell.

  You can plant trees,
    You can have butterflies,
      Deer, birds and bees.

You can move in a car,
  You can walk and
    You can cycle there

It can be midday,
  Or a moonlit night,
Dusk or dawn,
  It matters not.

The road you are on,
It takes you to hell.