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Elvis Costello - Poor Fractured Atlas Lyrics

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  • Hes out in the woods with his squirrel gun
  • To try to recapture his anger
  • Hes screaming some words at the top of his lungs
  • Until he begins to feel younger
  • But back at his desk in the city we find
  • Our trembling punch-drunken fighter
  • Who cant find the strength now to punish the length
  • Of the ribbon in his little typewriter
  • Poor fractured atlas
  • Threw himself across the mattress
  • Waving his withering pencil
  • As if it were a pirates cutlass
  • Im almost certain hes trying to increase his burden
  • He said thats how the child in me planned it;
  • A woman wouldnt 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 cant be sure of that tent of azure
  • Since he punched a hole in the fabric
  • Chorus
  • A woman wouldnt understand it
  • A woman wouldnt understand it

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