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When the iceberg hitHow was I to knowThat God moves on the waterLike Casey Jones?So I walked downtownOn my telephoneTook a lazy turnThrough the red eye zoneIt was a five-band billA two dollar showSaw the van out in frontFrom IdahoAnd the girl passed outIn the backseat trashAnd there was no way they'd makeEven a half a tank of gasThey looked sick and stonedAnd strangely dressedNo one showed from the local pressBut I watched 'em awhileThrough the bottom landAnd I wished I playedIn a rock and roll bandHey, heyIt was the fourteenth day of AprilThen they closed it downWith the sails and ragsAnd they swept up the fagsAnd the local ragsAnd threw the plastic cupsIn the plastic bagsAnd the cooks cleaned the kitchenWith the staggers and the jagsRuination DayThe sky was redI went back to workAnd back to bedAnd the iceberg brokeAnd the Okies fledAnd the Great EmancipatorTook a bullet in the back of the headHey