It's really too bad he became a prisoner of his own past

He stabbed the moment in the back with a round thumb tack

Then held up the list of things he's gotta do

It's really no good, he's movin' on before he understood

He shot the future in the foot with every step he took

Caught from the places that he did cause he forgot to look

Staple it together, then call it bad weather

Staple it together, then call it bad weather

Staple it together, then call it bad weather

Staple it together, then call it bad weather

Well, I guess you could say that he don't even know where to begin

Cause he looked both ways but he was so afraid

To get deeper through the ditch, every chance he missed

And the mess he made cause hate is such a strong word

And every brick he laid, the mistake they say

And his walls are getting taller, his world is getting smaller

Better staple it together then call a bad weather

Staple it together, then call it bad weather

Staple it together, then 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 a brown thumb tack

Then held up the list of things he's got to do

It's really no good, he's movin' on before he understood

He shot the future in the foot with every step he took

Caught from the places that he did cause he forgot to look

Better staple it together then call a bad weather

Staple it together, then call it bad weather

Staple it together, then 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'll be twice as clever

So staple it together and call it bad weather, mmm hmm