Versuri Panama City Motel

Don't you know i need a place to stay
Only fifteen bucks a day
I didn't want to end up here
But now i guess i need to stay

River red, runs like lead
And the smell of kerosene in my head
Stuck in here in this shithole
Reading foreign magazines instead

"but senor, i only have ten dollars,
Can't you give me a room for the night?"

We argue about currency and then
He says i can stay for the night

In this panama city motel
I am out on the freeway again

A woman approaches in barcelona
Walking down the diagonalia
Spaghetti concrete overpasses
I keep grasping for something familiar