Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I-94 , by - Radio Birdman. Song from the album The Essential Radio Birdman, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 16.07.2001
Record label: Sub Pop
Song language: English
I-94 |
| I gave you my last box of matches |
| Do you remember when |
| We were living up in the Klondike |
| And you had run out of gin |
| Truck driving friend of mine said |
| You was in the noose |
| Director of the asylum |
| Decided to turn you loose |
| Eskimo Pies comin' to you aha yeah |
| Eskimo Pies comin' to you |
| Yeah burning to you straight from hell |
| Twenty-two years of Motor City madness |
| Living in Lincoln Park |
| Working up at Willow Run |
| Driving through the dark |
| I-94 so full of holes |
| I seem to hit everyone |
| Tranq city makes me feel the rain |
| Under cold grey sun |
| Eskimo Pies comin' to you aha yeah |
| Eskimo Pies comin' to you |
| Yeah burning to you straight from hell |
| I gave you a six pack of Stroh’s |
| You never drank 'em down |
| You keep drinking Rolling Rock |
| You know I can’t hang round |
| You got Garland Jeffreys on the car radio |
| You know I don’t need you |
| You can go to Europe with Jean-Paul |
| Or anything you want to do |
| Eskimo Pies comin' to you aha yeah |
| Eskimo Pies comin' to you |
| Yeah burning to you straight from hell |