When all those tomorrows get crammed into now 

You stop like you're froze ans ask yourself how 

When all those tomorrows get crammed into now 

You stop like you're froze ans ask yourself how 



When putting it all in order ain't enough 

The tough gets going and the going gets tough 

And the things that you thought ain't what it ought 

Ought  ought  to be 

  



When you're laid on the line your dreams will stop 

They've drawn you in and they've strung you up 

When you're laid on the line your dreams will stop 

They've drawn you in and they've strung you up 



When putting it all in order ain't enough 

The tough gets going and the going gets tough 

And the things that you thought ain't what it ought 



When the who hits the what and you've run out of luck 

You do what you can but you're 

When the who hits the what and you've run out of luck 

You do what you can but you're 

All 

I a word 

Stuck 

Fuck