Lyrics Panama City Motel - Sugar

Panama City Motel

Don’t you know I need a place to stay
It’s 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 señor, 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