EmC
Smoke rises from an ice factory on the edge,
GD
On the edge of a city that exists in perpetual gloom.
EmC
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.?
AC
Under the window, covered by curtains,
GD
all lacy and splattered with blood,
EmC
we find crutches in the corner and bullets on she shelves,
GD
which I dismiss at once as being equivalent, irrelevant, in and of themselves.
EmC
Underneath the staircase there?s a mast which flies a flag.
GD
Despite dankness beyond imagining, it floats on to a higher hole.
Em
In tunnels gouged beneath the basement room are, unmistakably,
GD
sets of bloody handprints on a crumbling wall.
EmCGD
Oh, won?t you be there with me for it tonight?
EmCGD
In this hut-to-hut witch hunt down the tunnels of Old Yellowcake,
EmCGD
where all the souls in the city go drowning by starlight,
EmCGD
where each choice you make is a fierce firefight or a new mistake?
EmC
Inside of a room is a cage, is a cage.
GD
It?s made out of chain and glass.
EmCGD
It?s about forty feet high and three feet wide, it was built to last.
EmCGD
It?s against a brick wall in an old muddy corner of a basement tunnel room.
EmCG
There?s a man in the cage in the old muddy corner. He?s asleep but he?ll wake
D
up soon.
AC
Under the window, covered by curtains,
GD
all lacy and splattered with blood,
EmC
we find crutches in the corner and bullets on she shelves,
GD
which I dismiss at once as being equivalent, irrelevant, in and of themselves.
EmCGD
Oh, won?t you be there with me for it tonight?
EmCGD
In this hut-to-hut witch hunt down the tunnels of Old Yellowcake,
EmCGD
where all the souls in the city go drowning by starlight,
EmCGD
where each choice you make is a fierce firefight or a new mistake?
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.