First In Line 가사

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 its 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 harbour where ladies sleep And the sun will always shine upon your face as your parents watched the silver screen Stolen days, when freedom got it's 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 I will always, go by your side but it's hard to get drunk tonight and It's hard to smoke your mothers cigarettes afraid of stealing afraid of lying afraid of losing my mind.