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
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 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 wouldn't know what to say to yourself
love is a poverty you couldn't sell
misery waiting 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
oh see them eyes 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 waiting in vague hotels
to be a victimI dreamed I was a pigeon
slipping through the heavens like a 747
everyone left down below
locked in a house of my invention
learning the don'ts of fire prevention
if I roast marshmallows over their bodies
do you think god will still find their souls?
Just want to be like we used to
under the influence
just want to see like we used to
under the influence
I dreamed I was a white tip slipping through the Pacific
my heart for a shipwreck and your legs left down below
some things they come, all things they go
and there ain't nothing like exploding
if you've got something to explode