Where You Belong (Rewrite) Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
This [F#]is fr[G]om the soft machine called
Where
You
[B]Belong.
[D]My trouble began when I de
[A]cided I [Am]was executive tim[G]ber.
[F#]It s[F]tarts like this.
[G]A big blonde d[G]riller from
Dallas picked [B]me out of the labor pool to [A]be his [F#]houseboy [A]in a prefabricated,
air -conditioned bungalow.
[C]He comes on [G]rugged, but[D] as soon as we strip down to the bal[G]lpark,
[A]over on his stomach,
kicking white,
Washington screams [G]out, fuck
the shit out of me.
I give him a slow,
pimp [B]screwing, and I'm [Abm]sol id.
[G]When his friend comes [C#]down from
New
[F#]York, the driller [A#]says,
[G]this is the boy I was telling you about.
And [B]a looks me over s[A]low,
[G]chewing his cigar and [C]says,
What are you doing
[B]over there with the apes?
[G]Why don't you [C#m]come over here
with a [F#]board where you belong?
[G]He slips me a long slimy loo[G]k.
Now a [D]friend works
for the track news agency.
[G]We don't report the news, we write it.
The next thing I know they have strapped
[G]a gray [B]flannel suit on me,
And [G]I am sent to this school
[C]in
Washington to learn [G]how this writing
the news before it happens is done.
I says it [C]is the mime [G]caper with an
[Bb]IBM machine.
[F#]I don't want [Bb]to be caught [F]short in a gray
[E]flannel suit when the lid blows [C#m]off.
[G]So the [B]district supervisor [C#m]calls [B]me in and
puts the old white [C]smalt down on me.
Now kid, what are [G]you doing over
[E]there with the niggers and the apes?
Why don't [C]you straighten
[B]out and act [A]like a white man?
[A]Af ter all, they're only hu[C]man cattle.
You [G]know that your[C]self.[G]
[D]I h[A]ate to see a bright young man fuck
up [G]and get off on the wrong [E]track.
[B]Sure, it [G#m]happens to all of us
[G#]one time or another.
[G]Why the man[C#] who went on to invent
[C]Shidola [A]was sitting right where you're sitting
[B]now.
Twenty -five years [Bb]ago,
[F#]I was saying the [A]same things to [G]him.
Well, he [D]straightened out the way
you're going to straighten out.
[C]Yes, sir, that
Shidola combined [B]with innate diet.
[C]All we have to do is press the button,
[C]An d a [B]hundred million m[Bb]ore or less g[A]ooks flushed
[G]down the grain in green cancer bits.
That's big, isn't it?
And any man with white blood in
[C]him wants to be part of something big.
You [B]can't deny your blood,
kid.
You're white, white, white.
[F]An d you can't walk
[C]out on track.
[F#]There's just no [B]place to go.
most distasteful [Bb]thing I ever stood still for.
So I walk out, and the lid closes.