[Em]Smoke rises from an [C]ice factory on the edge,
[G]On the edge of a city that exists in p[D]erpetual gloom.
I s[Em]natch a note from the basket of a p[C]assing bicycle.
It says ?[G]Go to the flour factory.
There?s something w[D]aiting there for you.?
Under the [A]window, covered by c[C]urtains,
all l[G]acy and splattered with b[D]lood,
we find c[Em]rutches in the corner and [C]bullets on she shelves,
which I dismiss at o[G]nce as being equivalent, irrelevant, [D]in and of themselves.
[Em]Underneath the staircase there?s a m[C]ast which flies a flag.
Despite d[G]ankness beyond imagining, it f[D]loats on to a higher hole.
In tu[Em]nnels gouged beneath the basement room are, unmistakably,
[G]sets of bloody handprints on a c[D]rumbling wall.
[Em]Oh, won?t you b[C]e there with me f[G]or it tonig[D]ht?
[Em]In this hut-to-hut w[C]itch hunt down the t[G]unnels of Old Yellowc[D]ake,
[Em]where all the s[C]ouls in the city go [G]drowning by starl[D]ight,
[Em]where each choice you [C]make is a fierce firefi[G]ght or a new mist[D]ake?
[Em]Inside of a room is a c[C]age, is a cage.
It?s mad[G]e out of chain and g[D]lass.
It?s about fo[Em]rty feet high and t[C]hree feet wide, i[G]t was built to l[D]ast.
[Em]It?s against a br[C]ick wall in an old muddy corner of a basem[G]ent tunnel ro[D]om.
There?s a m[Em]an in the cage in the o[C]ld muddy corner. He?s as[G]leep but he?ll wake
up so[D]on.
Under the wi[A]ndow, covered by cu[C]rtains,
all l[G]acy and splattered with bl[D]ood,
we find c[Em]rutches in the corner and b[C]ullets on she shelves,
which I dismiss at o[G]nce as being equivalent, irrelevant, i[D]n and of themselves.
[Em]Oh, won?t you b[C]e there with me f[G]or it toni[D]ght?
[Em]In this hut-to-hut wi[C]tch hunt down the tu[G]nnels of Old Yellowc[D]ake,
[Em]where all the s[C]ouls in the city go d[G]rowning by starli[D]ght,
[Em]where each choice you m[C]ake is a fierce firefi[G]ght or a new mi[D]stake?
[G]On the edge of a city that exists in p[D]erpetual gloom.
I s[Em]natch a note from the basket of a p[C]assing bicycle.
It says ?[G]Go to the flour factory.
There?s something w[D]aiting there for you.?
Under the [A]window, covered by c[C]urtains,
all l[G]acy and splattered with b[D]lood,
we find c[Em]rutches in the corner and [C]bullets on she shelves,
which I dismiss at o[G]nce as being equivalent, irrelevant, [D]in and of themselves.
[Em]Underneath the staircase there?s a m[C]ast which flies a flag.
Despite d[G]ankness beyond imagining, it f[D]loats on to a higher hole.
In tu[Em]nnels gouged beneath the basement room are, unmistakably,
[G]sets of bloody handprints on a c[D]rumbling wall.
[Em]Oh, won?t you b[C]e there with me f[G]or it tonig[D]ht?
[Em]In this hut-to-hut w[C]itch hunt down the t[G]unnels of Old Yellowc[D]ake,
[Em]where all the s[C]ouls in the city go [G]drowning by starl[D]ight,
[Em]where each choice you [C]make is a fierce firefi[G]ght or a new mist[D]ake?
[Em]Inside of a room is a c[C]age, is a cage.
It?s mad[G]e out of chain and g[D]lass.
It?s about fo[Em]rty feet high and t[C]hree feet wide, i[G]t was built to l[D]ast.
[Em]It?s against a br[C]ick wall in an old muddy corner of a basem[G]ent tunnel ro[D]om.
There?s a m[Em]an in the cage in the o[C]ld muddy corner. He?s as[G]leep but he?ll wake
up so[D]on.
Under the wi[A]ndow, covered by cu[C]rtains,
all l[G]acy and splattered with bl[D]ood,
we find c[Em]rutches in the corner and b[C]ullets on she shelves,
which I dismiss at o[G]nce as being equivalent, irrelevant, i[D]n and of themselves.
[Em]Oh, won?t you b[C]e there with me f[G]or it toni[D]ght?
[Em]In this hut-to-hut wi[C]tch hunt down the tu[G]nnels of Old Yellowc[D]ake,
[Em]where all the s[C]ouls in the city go d[G]rowning by starli[D]ght,
[Em]where each choice you m[C]ake is a fierce firefi[G]ght or a new mi[D]stake?
