Wilco - Hell Is Chrome |
Wilco When the devil came He was not red He was chrome, and he said You must go Come with me So I went So precise and towering Where everything was clean I was welcomed With open arms I received so much help in every way I felt no fear I felt no fear The air was crisp A springtime yawning high in the haze Like sunny late winter days And I felt like I belonged Come with me Come with me Come with me Come with me Come with me Come with me Come with me Come with me |
