One That Suits Me

Meanwhile the scientist
Pounding on his skull
His skull
Two blew themselves away working on it

In storms the general grabbed him by his collar
His collar
Well you old crackpot,
What have you got to say?

In an open field
Man is guilty always
In an open field
Man is guilty always

Mud is yellow and the ground is moving
Sun is yellow and the ground is moving
The ground is moving

The century turned
And your old man stumbled in
The century turned
And your old man stumbled in

Saying Of course I am for peace
Of course I am for peace
One that suits me
One that suits me
One that suits me
One that suits

For the first time the captain's at my side
Look now, here the Padre comes
Here he comes
About to go on his lunchbreak
Son you and I both know the real criminal is time
I understand your crime
But just what makes you think you've got the right to be young?

In an open field
Man is guilty always
In an open field
Man is guilty always

Mud is yellow and the ground is moving
Sun is yellow and the ground is moving
The ground is moving

The century turned
And your old man stumbled in
The century turned
And your old man stumbled in saying
Of course I am for peace
Of course I am for peace
One that suits me
One that suits me
One that suits me
One that suits

One that suits me
One that suits me
One that suits me
One that suits me
One that suits me
One that

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

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