Hell Is Chrome

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

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

~Mike Jorgensen & Jeff Tweedy