POR PURO GUSTO ...

Tic-tac-tic, y el tiempo pasa y no perdona, que suerte que el malviviente regresa y siempre sugiere, no podía dejarlo pasar... siempre malsano, a prueba de sentimientos, nunca amateur ante nada, full time hasta quemarnos, number one prángano, next stop...yaaaaaa...isolation.... blah-blah-blah...

I need some lovin' like an inmate needs a dime I need some lovin' like a poet needs a rhyme.Here I stand - in isolation.My empty hands - in isolation.Walking down the broken highwaysucking sugar 'cause it's my way.Find me one heart to complete withheading for the farthest reaches.I need some lovin' like a body needs a soulI need some lovin' like a fastball needs control.Here I stand - in isolationmy empty hands - in isolation.Strike up the band - in this proud land -Got a lot to dogot a lot to saygot a life to liveGot a lot to dogot a lot to saygot a life to live.Here I stand - in isolation.