when they beat 
on a broken guitar 
and on 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 didn't know what to say to yourself 
love is a poverty you couldn't sell 
misery waiting 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 didn't know what to say to yourself 
love is a poverty you couldn't sell 
misery waiting in vague hotels 
to be evicted 
now you've had your fun 
under an air-conditioned sun 
it's burned into your eyes 
leaves you plain and left behind 
see them eyes and fall 
into the jaws of a pestilent love 
you didn't know what to say to yourself 
love is a poverty you couldn't sell 
misery waiting in vague hotels 
to be a victim