Hell Is Chrome — Wilco

When the devil came He was not red He was chrome and he said

Come with me You must go So I went Where everything was clean So precise and towering

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 Like sunny late winter days A springtime yawning high in the haze And I felt like I belonged Come with me

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