Poor Fractured Atlas Chords & Lyrics - Elvis Costello

[D] [D] [D] [D] / [Dm] [Dm] [Dm] [Dm]

[D]He's out in the woods with his squirrel gun
[Dm]To try and recapture his anger
He's[G] screaming some words at the top of his lungs
U[Em]ntil he begins to feel y[A]ounger
But[F#dim] back at his desk in the [Em]city we find
Our[F#dim] trembling punch-drunken [Em]fighter
Who c[B7]an't find the st[Em]rength now to p[B7]unish the l[Em]ength
Of the r[G]ibbon in his little typew[A]riter

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[G] Poor frac[A]tured Atlas
[A] Threw himself a[D]cross the mattress
[G] Waving his w[A]ithering pencil
[A] As if it were a p[D]irate's cutlass
[Dm] I'm almost c[C]ertain [G]
[Bb] He's tr[A]ying to inc[D]rease his burden
[Em] He said &q[B7]uot;That's how [Em]the child in m[A]e planned it,
[A7] [D] [A] [C] [G] [Bb] [A] ...
A woman wouldn't understand it"

I believe there was something that I wanted to say
Before I conclude this epistle
But you would forgive me for holding my tongue
'Cause Man made the blade and the pistol
Yes, Man made the waterfall over the dam
To temper his tantrum with magic
Now you can't be sure of that tent of azure
Since he punched a hole in the fabric

[G] P[A]oor fractured Atlas
[A] Threw himself a[D]cross the mattress
[G] Waving his w[A]ithering pencil
[A] As if it were a p[D]irate's cutlass
[Dm] I'm almost c[C]ertain [G]
[Bb] He's tr[A]ying to inc[D]rease his burden
[Em] He said &q[B7]uot;That's how [Em]the child in m[A]e planned it,
[A7] [D] [A] [C] [G] [Bb] [A] ...
A woman wouldn't understand it"
[D] [A] [D] [A7] [D] [A] [C] [G] [Bb] [A] [D] [A] [D] ...
A woman wouldn't understand it