BECK - Tropicalia Lyrics

Oh, when they beat upon a broken guitarAnd all the streets, they reek of tropical charmsThe embassies lie in hideous shardsWhere tourists snore and decayWhen they dance in a reptile blazeYou wear a mask, an equatorial hazeInto the past, a colonial mazeWhere there's no more confetti to throwYou wouldn't know what to say to yourselfLove is a poverty you couldn't sellMisery waits in vague hotelsTo be evictedYou're out of luck, you're singing funeral songsTo the studs, they're anabolic and bronzeThey seem to strut in their millennial fogs'til they fall down and deflateYou wouldn't know what to say to yourselfLove is a poverty you couldn't sellMisery waits in vague hotelsTo be evictedOh, and now, you've had your funUnder an air-conditioned sunIt's burned into your eyesLeaves you plain and left behindI'll see them rise and fallInto the jaws of a pestilent loveYou wouldn't know what to say to yourselfLove is a poverty you couldn't sellMisery waits in vague hotelsTo be a victim
 

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