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