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, I felt no fear The air was crisp like a sunny late winter days 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