Lyrics

No tengo nada en mi bolsillo para darte
Solo tengo un deseo para amarte
No te preocupes yo soy el aplicante
Oh yeah

“I have nothing in my pocket to give you
Only that I have the desire to love you
Don’t worry, I’m THE applicant”

The most useful virtue is some patience in this life
In a world of power suits and attitude advice
The paper trail is a multiplistic torturing device
Where you must cross your T’s and always dot your I’s

I like to read the labels
The writing on the walls
Filling in the application to abstain myself from
drugs and alcohol

You can try diplomacy and that might get you far
Or try to overcompensate with self inflicted scars
Fill in the vacant spaces keep them in a jar
Take a number stand in line because it’s bound to be bazaar

To do the law and order
And overthrow the mob
Cancel my subscriptions and go find myself
An ordinary job