Text: Jack Johnson. Staple it together.

It's really too bad he became a prisoner of his own past He stabbed the moment in the back with the round thumbtack then held up the list of things he gotta 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 From the places that he better staple it together and call a bad weather staple it together and call a bad weather staple it together and call a bad weather staple it together and call a 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 Digging deep into the ditch every chance he missed and the mess he made cause 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 a bad weather staple it together and call a bad weather staple it together and call a bad weather staple it together and call a 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 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 From the places that he better staple it together and call a bad weather staple it together and call a bad weather staple it together and call a bad weather staple it together and call a 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