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
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