And all the streetsthey 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 maskan equatorial haze Into the pasta 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 luckyou re singing funeral songs To the studsthey 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 Ohand nowyou 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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