When all those tomorrows get crammed into now You stop like you froze and ask yourself how? When all those tomorrows get crammed into now You stop like you froze and ask yourself how? 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 AllIn a word Stuck Fuck!