Letra da Música In Old Yellowcake de Rasputina

Smoke rises from the ice factory on the edge,
on the edge of a city that exist in perpetual gloom.
I snatch a note from the basket of a passing bicycle
- "Go to the flour factory.
There's something waiting there for you."

Under the window, covered by curtains,
all lacy and spattered with blood,
we find crutches in the corner
and bullets on the shelves,
which I dismiss at once as being
equivalent, irrelevent, in and of themselves.

Underneath a staircase
is a mast which flies a flag.
Despite dankess beyond imagining,
it floats on to a higher hole.
In tunnels gouged beneathe the basement rooms are, unmistakably, sets of bloody handprints on a crumbling wall.

Oh won't you be there with me for it, tonight?
In this hut-to-hut witch hunt, down the tunnels of
Old Yellowcake, when all the souls in a city
go drowning by starlight,
where each choice you make
is a fierce firefight or a new mistake?

Inside of a room is a cage, is a cage.
It's made out of chain and class.
It's about forty feet high and three feet wide,
and it was built to last.
It's against a brick wall in an old muddy corner
of a basement tunnel room.
There's a man in the cage in the old, muddy corner.
He's asleep, but he'll wake up soon.

Under the window, covered by curtains,
all lacy and spattered with blood,
we find crutches in the corner and bullets on the shelves, which I dismiss at once as being equivalent,
irrelevant, in and of themselves.

Oh won't you be there with me for it, tonight?
In this hut-to-hut witch hunt down the tunnels of
Old Yellowcake, when all the souls in a city
go drowning by starlight,
where each choice you make is a fierce firefight
or a new mistake?