It’s really too bad He became a prisoner of his own past He stabbed the moment in the back with the round thumbtack That held up the list of things he got to do It’s really no good He’s moving on before he understood He shot the future in the foot with every step he took From the places that he’s been because he forgot to look
He better staple it together and call it bad weather
Well I guess you could say That he don’t even know where to begin Because he looked both ways but he was so afraid Digging deep into the ditch every chance he missed And the mess he made Because hate is such a strong word And every brick he laid, a mistake they say That his walls are getting taller, and his world is getting smaller
Better staple it together and call it bad weather
It’s really too bad He became a prisoner of his own past He stabbed the moment in the back with the round thumbtack That held up the list of things he got to do It’s really no good He’s moving on before he understood He shot the future in the foot with every step he took From the places that he’s been because he forgot to look
Better staple it together and call it bad weather
If the weather gets better we should get together Spend a little time or we could do whatever And if we get together we’d be twice as clever So staple it together and call it bad weather
Compositores: Jack Hody Johnson (Jack Johnson), Merlo Podlewski (M Podlewski) ECAD: Obra #1545417 Fonograma #10876709