April The 14th Part I – Gillian WelchBy When the iceberg hitOh, they must have knownGod moves on the waterLike Casey JonesSo I walked downtownOn my telephoneAnd took a lazy turnThrough the redeye zoneWas a five-band billA two-dollar showI saw the van out in frontFrom IdahoAnd the girl passed outIn the backseat trashThere were no way they’d makeEven a half a tank of gasThey looked sick and stonedAnd strangely dressedNo one showedFrom the local pressBut I watched them walkThrough bottom landAnd I wished I playedIn a rock ‘n’ roll bandHey, heyIt was the fourteenth day of AprilWell, they closed it downWith the sales in ragsAnd I swept up the fagsAnd the local ragsI threw the plastic cupsIn the plastic bagsAnd the cooks cleaned the kitchenWith the staggers and the jagsRuination dayAnd the 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 head www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20