Tropicalia

[B7#9] [G7]  [Bb7]  [A7] [D#7#9] [C#7] [C#7#9] [B7]

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when they b[B7#9]eat on a br[G7]oken guitar
and on the [B7#9]streets they reek of t[G7]ropical charms
the embass[B7#9]ies lie in h[G7]ideous shards
where t[Bb7]ourists snore and [A7]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

[D#7#9]you didn't [C#7]know what to say to you[D#7#9]rself
love is a p[C#7]overty you couldn't s[C#7#9]ell
misery w[B7]aiting in vague hot[B7#9]els
to [Bb7]be evic[A7]ted

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

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