Kickers come-on Tonight we're leaving So kiss your baby on the ear We'll be playing but she won't hear As we climb aboard the bus We don't leave nothing behind us but our smoke Smoke please lead us up to heaven Wilco was up on the stage A cigarette, a straight-edge & a jet plane You, you and I Must be high But the dressing room's too hot So we hit the parking lot Where we smoke Smoke please lead us up to heaven We got smoke Smoke