Tourist Woman

Tourist Woman Lyrics

Song Tourist Woman
Artist Cass McCombs
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For Tourist
Woman, the itching is turning to fever and then to form
For Tourist
Woman, insecurities are bunk-pollen 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
From Oxford to
UCLA to impoverished streets of a
Bengali village
T.W. fights for nothing, believes in nothing, except an image
The image in her mind is of vague origin of, mostly, western result
Somewhat pyramid, somewhat cross, somewhat a mongrel cult
Like the old man
Who slept his life away
Romantics are doomed (and that’s a good thing)
For Tourist
Woman, the itching is turning to fever and then to form
For Tourist
Woman, insecurities are bunkpollen for the swarm
And viceversa, the swarm, turning to fury, captures a prisoner
Tourist Woman is unhappy with the meager conditions they have given her
From Oxford to
UCLA to impoverished streets of a
Bengali village
T. W. fights for nothing, believes in nothing, except an image
The image in her mind is of vague origin of, mostly, western result
Somewhat pyramid, somewhat cross, somewhat a mongrel cult
Like the old man
Who slept his life away
Romantics are doomed and that' s a good thing
For Tourist
Woman, the itching is turning to fever and then to form
For Tourist
Woman, insecurities are bunkpollen for the swarm
And viceversa, the swarm, turning to fury, captures a prisoner
Tourist Woman is unhappy with the meager conditions they have given her
From Oxford to
UCLA to impoverished streets of a
Bengali village
T. W. fights for nothing, believes in nothing, except an image
The image in her mind is of vague origin of, mostly, western result
Somewhat pyramid, somewhat cross, somewhat a mongrel cult
Like the old man
Who slept his life away
Romantics are doomed and that' s a good thing
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