One That Suits Me

B                   F#                    G#m
Meanwhile the scientist, pounding on his skull, his skull
     F#
Two blew themselves away working on it
B                  F#                      G#m
In storms the general grabbed him by his collar, his collar
               F#                      N.C.
"Well you old crackpot, what have you got to say?"

[Pre-Chorus]
D#m    G#m         C#     B
In an open field, man is guilty always
D#m    G#m         C#     B
In an open field, man is guilty always
D#m    G#m             C#        B
Mud is yellow and the ground is moving
D#m    G#m             C#        B
Sun is yellow and the ground is moving
               F#
The ground is moving

[Chorus]
      C#      C#/C           B                F#
The century turned and your old man stumbled in
      C#      C#/C           B                F#
The century turned and your old man stumbled in
             D#m            G#m        D#m            G#m
Saying "Of course I am for peace, of course I am for peace
          B                   F#
One that suits me, one that suits me
          G#m                 F#
One that suits me, one that does"

[Verse]
B                                       F#
For the first time the captain's at my side
                          G#m
Look now, here the Padre comes, here he comes
  F#
About to go on his lunchbreak
 B                                 F#
"Son you and I both know the real criminal is time
                   G#m
I understand your crime, your crime
          F#                                  N.C.
But just what makes you think you've got the right to be young?"

[Pre-Chorus]
D#m    G#m         C#     B
In an open field man is guilty always
D#m    G#m         C#     B
In an open field man is guilty always
D#m    G#m             C#        B
Mud is yellow and the ground is moving
D#m    G#m             C#        B
Sun is yellow and the ground is moving
               F#
The ground is moving

[Chorus]
      C#      C#/C           B                F#
The century turned and your old man stumbled in
      C#      C#/C           B                F#
The century turned and your old man stumbled in saying -
      D#m            G#m        D#m            G#m
"Of course I am for peace, of course I am for peace
          B                   F#
One that suits me, one that suits me
          G#m                 F#
One that suits me, one that does
          B
One that suits me, one that suits me
          F#
One that suits me, one that suits me
          G#m
One that suits me, one that suits me
          F#
One that suits"

[Guitar Solo]
C  G  Am  G (x2)

             C
And now the mother of them all
        G
She is just about to fall
        Am                        G
In the history of man, reality becomes softened

             C
And now the mother of them all
        G
She is just about to fall
        Am                        G
In the history of man, reality becomes softened