Nope Songtext
von Wilco

Oh, I can′t say what qualifies as pain
So transfixed by the wavering flame
Mortal kings of each grade and grain erased
Oh, I'm blessed

Slant may rain, knows my door
And it takes my floor in four
Rakes in clover shown like snakes shine
Overrate my crime


Fame has legs, blazing chrome
Amputate, but it′s never quite gone
Rakes in clover shown like snakes shine
Overrate my crime

Why kill a man when you can drive him crazy?
Why make it end when my amusement always depends on the joke?
Won't you lend me my punchline?

As a favor, won't you be entertained
So that day, I can savor whatever remains
Of hurricanes too rattled to romance
Massive plates of circumstances?