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