April 14th, Part I Lyrics

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 It was a five-band bill A two-dollar show I saw the van out in front From Idaho And the girl passed out In the backseat trash 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 walk Through the 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 sails in rags And the swept up the fags And the local rags 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...