Tropicalia Lyrics - Mutations - Beck

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 

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 waiting in vague hotels 

to be evicted 

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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 

'til they fall down and deflate 

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 

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 

oh see them eyes and fall 

into the jaws of a pestilent love 

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you wouldn't know what to say to yourself 

love is a poverty you couldn't sell 

misery waiting in vague hotels 

to be a victim