Ac/dc Bag Lyrics - Phish (the White Tape) - Phish

Mr. Palmer is concerned with the thousand dollar question 

Just like Roger, he's a crazy little kid 

I've got the time if you've got the inclination 

So cheer up Palmer, you'll soon be dead 

The noose is hanging, at least you won't die wondering 

Sit up and take notice, tell like it is 

If I were near you I wouldn't be far from you 

I've got a feeling you know what you did 

AC/DC bag 

AC/DC bag 

AC/DC bag 

DC bag 

AC/DC bag 

AC/DC bag 

AC/DC bag 

DC bag 

Time to put your money where your mouth is 

Put 'em in a field and let 'em fight it out 

I'm running so fast my feet don't touch the ground 

I'm a stranger here, I'm going down 

Let's get down to the nitty gritty 

Let's get the show on the road 

I'll show you mine if you show me yours 

I'm breathing hard open the door 

AC/DC bag 

AC/DC bag 

AC/DC bag 

DC bag 

AC/DC bag 

AC/DC bag 

AC/DC bag 

DC bag 

Brain dead and made of money 

No future at all 

Pull down the blinds and run for cover 

No future at all 

Who would've thought it, that's where I am 

No future at all 

Don't sweat it, that's where I am 

Carry me down