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 redeye 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 fourteenth 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 Okies fled
And the Great Emancipator
Took a bullet in the back of the head...
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 redeye 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 fourteenth 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 Okies fled And the Great Emancipator Took a bullet in the back of the head... Explain Request ×
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