Third World Country

I want to live in a Third World country in the city by a beach 
I'm going to live in a Third World country in the city by the beach

These houses look pretty from the outside
A million years of stories to tell

I wanna live near a killing song
In the dirt near Hong Kong
from Malibu to Manhattan
Dirty secrets
City streets
You sit right by me
Right next to me

I came here with an albatross
Of my past
The stories I hold
So dear but so old
So old so old

I came here despite my fears
Despite my tears
All still smirking
"You miss the suburbs
You dirty lying little girl"
It's a long time ago
A long time gone