| | In Old Yellowcake Lyrics Artist(Band):Rasputina
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? If you find some error in In Old Yellowcake Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to Sarah B. for submitting the lyrics. Review the song In Old Yellowcake The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Rasputina" Music | |
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