Panama City Motel

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 shit hole 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