Iggy Pop

Needed you
you were only using
needed you
just tore me down.
Here I stand in isolation
feeling emtiness and doubt.
Walking down the broken highway
sucking sugar plain and sweet.
Did your mother ever tell you that the joyful are the free?
I need some lovin' like an inmate neecls 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 highway
sucking sugar 'cause it's my way.