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 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 'em walk through the bottom land   And I wished I played in a rock 'n' roll band      Hey, hey, it was the 14th 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 Pokies fled   And the Great Emancipator took a bullet in the back of the head