Tourist Woman

Lyrics

For Tourist Woman The itching is turning to fever and then to form For Tourist Woman Insecurities are bunk-pollen for the swarm For the swarm, for the swarm And vice-versa The swarm, turning to fury captures a prisoner Tourist Woman is unhappy With the meager conditions they have given her They have given her, they have given her They have given her, they have given her From Oxford to UCLA To empoverished streets of a Bengali village T.W. fights for nothing Believes in nothing except an image Except an image, except an image The image in her mind is of vague origin Of, mostly, western result Somewhat pyramid, somewhat cross Somewhat a mongrel cult Mongrel cult, mongrel cult Mongrel cult, mongrel cult Like the old man Who slept his life away Romantics are doomed (and that's a good thing)