Tropicalia Lyrics by Beck

Tropicalia Lyrics

    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 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 waits 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
    'Til they fall down and deflate

    You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
    Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
    Misery waits 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'll see them rise 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 waits in vague hotels
    To be a victim

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