Staple It Together

It's really guess could say

He became that he don't even know where be

He 'Cause he looked ment both the ways he was so afraid dig gin' deep in the ditch ev'ry he he to missed and the mess (Am)(D)he made.

He's mov 'Cause (Am)hate is such a strong der (D)word.

And ev'ry (Am)brick ture he the laid with a (D)mistake.

They say ah, that his (Am)walls are gettin' taller,

this (D)world got is gettin' smaller Better (Am)staple it together and (D)call it bad weather.

(G)Staple it together and (Am)call it bad weather.

Staple it together and (D)call it bad weather.

(G)Staple it together and (Am)call it bad weather.

Mm, mm.

Well, I guess too bad.

He became a he pris'ner of his own past.

He stabbed a moment in the back with a round thumbtack that gin' held up the list of things he got to do.

It's really (Am)(D)no good.

He's moving (Am)on before he (D)understood.

He shot the (Am)future in the foot with (D)ev'ry step he took,

ah, from the (Am)places that he'd been 'cause he (D)forgot is to look.

smaller Better (Am)staple it together and (D)call it bad weather.

(G)Staple it together and (Am)call it bad weather.

Staple it together and (D)call it bad weather.

(G)Staple it together and (Am)call it bad weather.

Mm, mm.

Well, I it bad weather.

Mm, (Am)mm.

(D)It's really it bad weather.

If the (Am)(D)weather gets better, we should get together.

(G)Spend a little time or we (Am)could do whatever.

And (D)if we get together, we'd be twice as clever.

So (G)staple it together and (Am)call it bad weather.

Mm, mm.