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^DHe's out in the woods with his squirrel gun ^DmTo try and recapture his anger He's^G screaming some words at the top of his lungs U^Emntil he begins to feel y^Aounger But^F#dim back at his desk in the ^Emcity we find Our^F#dim trembling punch-drunken ^Emfighter Who c^B7an't find the st^Emrength now to p^B7unish the l^Emength Of the r^Gibbon in his little typew^Ariter

^G Poor frac^Atured Atlas ^A Threw himself a^Dcross the mattress ^G Waving his w^Aithering pencil ^A As if it were a p^Dirate's cutlass ^Dm I'm almost c^Certain ^G ^Bb He's tr^Aying to inc^Drease his burden ^Em He said &q^B7uot;That's how ^Emthe child in m^Ae 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^Aoor fractured Atlas ^A Threw himself a^Dcross the mattress ^G Waving his w^Aithering pencil ^A As if it were a p^Dirate's cutlass ^Dm I'm almost c^Certain ^G ^Bb He's tr^Aying to inc^Drease his burden ^Em He said &q^B7uot;That's how ^Emthe child in m^Ae 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

Elvis Costello - Poor fractured atlas