| Am | D | |
| It's reall | y too bad | . |
| Am | D | |
| He became a pris - | 'ner of his own | past |
| Am | D | |
| He stabbed the mom | - ent in the back with | a round thumbtack |
| Am | D | |
| That held | up the list of | thing he got to do |
| Am | D | |
| It's really | no good |
| Am | D | |
| He's moving | on before he under - | stood |
| Am | D | |
| He shot the fu | - ture in the foot with ev - | 'ry step he took |
| Am | D | |
| From the | places he'd seen 'cause he | forgot to look |
| (chorus) |
| Am | Am | |
| Better | staple it together and | call it bad weather |
| G C X 2 |
| Staple it together and call it bad weather |
| (verse 2) |
| 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' 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,his world is getting smaller |
| (repeat chorus) |
| (repeat verse 1) |
| (repeat chorus) |
| (outro) |
| Am | D | |
| If the | weather gets better we | should get together |
| G | C | |
| Spend a little time or we | could do whatever |
| Am | D | |
| And | if we get together we'd | be twice as clever |
| G | C | |
| So | staple it together and | call it bad weather. |
| Peace |
| END |
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