Beck - Tropicalia lyrics

Oh, when they beat upon a broken guitar
And on the streets
They reek of tropical charms
The embassies lie in hideous shards
Where tourists snore and decay
Oh, 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 wait's 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
Till they fall down and deflate

You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery wait's 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 see them eyes 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 waiting in vague hotels to be evicted