| Song | Panama City Motel |
| Artist | Sugar |
| Album | File Under : Easy Listening |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mould | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Mould | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Mould | |
| 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 |