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

*
        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