Tekstovi: Jack Johnson. En Concert. Staple It Together.

It's really too bad
He became a prisoner of his own past
He stabbed a moment in the back with a brown thumb tack
That held up the list of things he gotta do

It's really no good
He's moving on before he understood
He shot the future in the foot with every step it took
From the faces that he knew 'cause he forgot to look

Better staple it together and call it bad weather
Staple it together and call it bad weather
Staple it together and call it bad weather
Staple it together and call it bad weather
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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
Diggin' 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, a mistake they say
That his walls are getting taller, his world is getting smaller

Better staple it together and call it bad weather
Staple it together and call it bad weather
Staple it together and call it bad weather
Staple it together and call it bad weather
Mm mm

It's really too bad
He became a prisoner of his own past
He stabbed a moment in the back with a brown thumb tack
That held up the list of things he gotta do

It's really no good
He's moving on before he understood
He shot the future in the foot with every step it took
From the faces that he knew 'cause he forgot to look

He better staple it together and call it bad weather
Staple it together and call it bad weather
Staple it together and call it bad weather
Staple it together and call it bad weather

If the weather is better, we should get together
Spend a little time and we can do whatever
And if we get together we'll be twice as clever
So, staple it together and call it bad weather
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