Panama V

1955, the President of Panama
Gunned down at the
Race track
For building schools and roads
And thinking of the people
Special forces manhandling civilians
Looking for a phantom assassin

Two hours into forced insanity
I sneak off to the Amigo Bar
Light up a joint and sit in silence
Trying to shut out the madness
Building up in the streets outside
Half the army looking for an assassin
The other half too stoned to care

The sweet smell of Mary Jane
Floats through the air
Filling the bar
As I put on the safety
And lay my rifle to one side
Smiling at the young bar girl
On the other side of the bar
Not knowing whether
She would like to make love to me
Or put a bullet in my head