Rasputina - In Old Yellowcake

      
 
 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?