| 歌曲 | Poor Fractured Atlas |
| 歌手 | Elvis Costello |
| 专辑 | Extreme Honey: The Very Best Of The Warner Brothers Years |
| 作曲 : Costello | |
| He's out in the woods with his squirrel gun | |
| To try to recapture his anger | |
| He's 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 can't 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 pirate's cutlass | |
| I'm almost certain he's trying to increase his burden | |
| He said 'that's how the child in me planned it; | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| A woman wouldn't understand it | |
| A woman wouldn't understand it |
| zuò qǔ : Costello | |
| He' s out in the woods with his squirrel gun | |
| To try to recapture his anger | |
| He' s 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 punchdrunken fighter | |
| Who can' t 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 pirate' s cutlass | |
| I' m almost certain he' s trying to increase his burden | |
| He said ' that' s how the child in me planned it | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| A woman wouldn' t understand it | |
| A woman wouldn' t understand it |