Em C Smoke rises from an ice factory on the edge, G D On the edge of a city that exists in perpetual gloom. Em C I snatch a note from the basket of a passing bicycle. G It says ?Go to the flour factory. D There?s something waiting there for you.? A C Under the window, covered by curtains, G D all lacy and splattered with blood, Em C we find crutches in the corner and bullets on she shelves, G D which I dismiss at once as being equivalent, irrelevant, in and of themselves. Em C Underneath the staircase there?s a mast which flies a flag. G D Despite dankness beyond imagining, it floats on to a higher hole. Em In tunnels gouged beneath the basement room are, unmistakably, G D sets of bloody handprints on a crumbling wall. Em C G D Oh, won?t you be there with me for it tonight? Em C G D In this hut-to-hut witch hunt down the tunnels of Old Yellowcake, Em C G D where all the souls in the city go drowning by starlight, Em C G D where each choice you make is a fierce firefight or a new mistake? Em C Inside of a room is a cage, is a cage. G D It?s made out of chain and glass. Em C G D It?s about forty feet high and three feet wide, it was built to last. Em C G D It?s against a brick wall in an old muddy corner of a basement tunnel room. Em C G There?s a man in the cage in the old muddy corner. He?s asleep but he?ll wake D up soon. A C Under the window, covered by curtains, G D all lacy and splattered with blood, Em C we find crutches in the corner and bullets on she shelves, G D which I dismiss at once as being equivalent, irrelevant, in and of themselves. Em C G D Oh, won?t you be there with me for it tonight? Em C G D In this hut-to-hut witch hunt down the tunnels of Old Yellowcake, Em C G D where all the souls in the city go drowning by starlight, Em C G D where each choice you make is a fierce firefight or a new mistake?
