Beck — Tropicalia

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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