Poor Fractured Atlas(Chords)

	        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 
    G 
He's screaming some words at the top of his lungs 
 Em                      A 
Until he begins to feel younger 
   F#dim                    Em 
But back at his desk in the city we find 
   F#dim                    Em 
Our trembling punch-drunken fighter 
     B7              Em             B7         Em 
Who can't find the strength now to punish the length 
        G                        A 
Of the ribbon in his little typewriter 

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        G           A 
           Poor fractured Atlas  
        A                 D 
           Threw himself across the mattress 
        G              A 
           Waving his withering pencil 
        A                   D 
           As if it were a pirate's cutlass 
        Dm             C       G          
           I'm almost certain 
        Bb        A          D 
           He's trying to increase his burden 
        Em           B7             Em            A 
           He said 'That's how the child in me 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           A 
           Poor fractured Atlas  
        A                 D 
           Threw himself across the mattress 
        G              A 
           Waving his withering pencil 
        A                   D 
           As if it were a pirate's cutlass 
        Dm             C       G          
           I'm almost certain 
        Bb        A          D 
           He's trying to increase his burden 
        Em           B7             Em            A 
           He said 'That's how the child in me 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
	        

Written by Elvis Costello