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 theres no more confetti to throwYou wouldnt know what to say to yourselfLove is a poverty you couldnt sellMisery waits in vague hotelsTo be evictedYoure out of luck, youre singing funeral songsTo the studs, theyre anabolic and bronzeThey seem to strut in their millennial fogstil they fall down and deflateYou wouldnt know what to say to yourselfLove is a poverty you couldnt sellMisery waits in vague hotelsTo be evictedOh, and now, youve had your funUnder an air-conditioned sunIts burned into your eyesLeaves you plain and left behindIll see them rise and fallInto the jaws of a pestilent loveYou wouldnt know what to say to yourselfLove is a poverty you couldnt sellMisery waits in vague hotelsTo be a victim
