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 |