When putting it all in order ain't enough

NoMeansNo

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