"Hell Is Chrome" by 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 

Come with me 
Come with me 
Come with me 
Come with me 
Come with me 
Come with me 
Come with me