BECK - Tropicalia lyrics

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Oh, when they beat upon a broken guitar<br>And all the streets, they reek of tropical charms<br>The embassies lie in hideous shards<br>Where tourists snore and decay<br><br>When they dance in a reptile blaze<br>You wear a mask, an equatorial haze<br>Into the past, a colonial maze<br>Where there's no more confetti to throw<br><br>You wouldn't know what to say to yourself<br>Love is a poverty you couldn't sell<br>Misery waits in vague hotels<br>To be evicted<br><br>You're out of luck, you're singing funeral songs<br>To the studs, they're anabolic and bronze<br>They seem to strut in their millennial fogs<br>'til they fall down and deflate<br><br>You wouldn't know what to say to yourself<br>Love is a poverty you couldn't sell<br>Misery waits in vague hotels<br>To be evicted<br><br>Oh, and now, you've had your fun<br>Under an air-conditioned sun<br>It's burned into your eyes<br>Leaves you plain and left behind<br>I'll see them rise and fall<br>Into the jaws of a pestilent love<br><br>You wouldn't know what to say to yourself<br>Love is a poverty you couldn't sell<br>Misery waits in vague hotels<br>To be a victim