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