April the 14th, Pt. 1

When the iceberg hit

Oh they must have known

That 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 back seat trash

There was no way they'd make

Even a half a tank of gas

They looked sick and stoned

And strangely dressed

And 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 14th day of April

Well they closed it down

With their sails in rags

And they swept up the fags

And the local rags

And 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