When the iceberg hit   Wasn't much to know   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 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 fags   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