Letra de First In Line

Look me up with my head in my pocket Look me up with my head in my pocket To see her coming home Well forgotten, say can't you see her Well forgotten, say can't you see her Moving down the line And it's hard to live and it's hard to die And it's hard to give your heart away And oh, pretty girl, it's hard to steal In April I was sleeping with an anchor Thursday I was fishing in the harbor where ladies sleep And the sun will always shine upon your face As your parents watched the silver screen Stolen days, when freedom got its price After the walk over frozen water You held me down on the dirty backseat Pressure of the hand and the fingers And the pleasure won And I will always go by your side But it is hard to get drunk tonight And It's hard to smoke your mother's cigarettes Afraid of stealing, afraid of lying Afraid of losing my mind