Oh, when they beat upon a broken guitar And all the streets, they reek of tropical charms The embassies lie in hideous shards Where tourists snore and decay
When they dance in a reptile blaze You wear a mask, an equatorial haze Into the past, a colonial maze Where there`s no more confetti to throw
You wouldn`t know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn`t sell Misery waits in vague hotels To be evicted
You`re out of luck, you`re singing funeral songs To the studs, they`re anabolic and bronze They seem to strut in their millennial fogs `Til they fall down and deflate
You wouldn`t know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn`t sell Misery waits in vague hotels To be evicted
Oh, and now, you`ve had your fun Under an air-conditioned sun It`s burned into your eyes Leaves you plain and left behind I`ll see them rise and fall Into the jaws of a pestilent love
You wouldn`t know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn`t sell Misery waits in vague hotels To be a victim
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