When the iceberg hit How was I to know That God moves on the water Like Casey Jones? So I walked downtown On my telephone Took a lazy turn Through the red eye zone It was a five-band bill A two dollar show Saw the van out in front From Idaho And the girl pa**ed out In the backseat trash And there was 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 'em awhile Through the bottom land And I wished I played In a rock and roll band Hey, hey It was the fourteenth day of April Then they closed it down With the sails and rags And they swept up the f*gs And the local rags And threw the plastic cups In the plastic bags And the cooks cleaned the kitchen With the staggers and the jags Ruination Day 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 Hey