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?