Report Lyric Error | Azlyricdb.com: Your Song Lyrics Database

Song title: Beck - Tropicalia

Edit By: 216.73.216.151

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 theres no more confetti to throw

You wouldnt know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldnt sell
Misery waits in vague hotels
To be evicted

Youre out of luck, youre singing funeral songs
To the studs, theyre anabolic and bronze
They seem to strut in their millennial fogs
til they fall down and deflate

You wouldnt know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldnt sell
Misery waits in vague hotels
To be evicted

Oh, and now, youve had your fun
Under an air-conditioned sun
Its burned into your eyes
Leaves you plain and left behind
Ill see them rise and fall
Into the jaws of a pestilent love

You wouldnt know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldnt sell
Misery waits in vague hotels
To be a victim

All lyrics are property of their respective authors, artists and labels and are strictly for non-commercial use only.
Copyright © 2009-2026 Azlyricdb.com. All Rights Reserved | Privacy policy | Blog