The Devil and the cross roads

There aint no crossroads any more,
Where you could go left or right
Or even straight ahead,
No its all round-abouts,
No quick choice to choose
Which way to find a bed.
So its round and round I go
Can't say it's lots of fun,
Just got to make sure though
I dont go back the way I'd come.
The Devil used to hang there,
He was confused as well
Steped out on the round-about
And sent himself to hell.