April the 14th, Pt. 1
When the iceberg hit
Oh, they must of known
God moves on the water
Like Casey Jones
So I walked downtown
On my telephone
And took a lazy turn
Through the red-eye 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 them walk
Through the bottom land
And I wished I played
In a rock and roll band
Hey
Hey
It was the fourteenth day of April
Well they closed it down
With the sail in rags
And I swept up the fags
And the local mags
I threw the plastic cups
Into 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