When the iceberg hit Oh, they must have known God moves on the water Like Casey Jones So I walked downtown On my telephone And took a lazy turn Through the redeye zone Was a five-band bill A two-dollar show I saw the van out in front From Idaho And the girl pa**ed out In the backseat trash There were no way they'd make Even a half a tank of gas They looked sick and stoned And strangely dressed No one showed From the local press But I watched them walk Through bottom land
And I wished I played In a rock 'n' roll band Hey, hey It was the fourteenth day of April Well, they closed it down With the sales in rags And I swept up the f*gs And the local rags I threw the plastic cups In the plastic bags And the cooks cleaned the kitchen With the staggers and the jags Ruination day And the sky was red I went back to work And back to bed And the iceberg broke And the Okies fled And the great emancipator Took a bullet in the back of the head