Lyrics AC/DC Bag - Phish

AC/DC Bag

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 it 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
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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 this show on the road
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours
I’m breathing hard — open the door
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
Whoa, carry me down, down, down, down
By that night, news of Palmer’s death had traveled back to the camp.
Spirits were low and Colonel Forbin felt devastated.
Even though he had only
been in Gamehendge for one day, he had already developed a deep hatred for
Wilson.
He wanted desperately to help the revolutionaries, but without Palmer,
it seemed hopeless.
He wandered slowly through the camp and passed Errand
Wolfe, sitting by the fire with Rutherford, who had returned that afternoon.
He walked on and soon found himself outside of Tela’s hut.
Forbin knocked and
walked in. Tela sat behind a makeshift desk in the center of a room that was
littered with small cages containing spotted stripers, a tiny three-legged
breed of animal.
The unit monster sat in the corner.
The colonel took a step
toward Tela and spoke.
«I needed to come here tonight"he said, «to tell you that I’ve fallen in love with you."He looked to her eyes for
approval but her face remained frozen in an expressionless stare.
An awkward blanket of silence fell over the room and hung for a long moment
before being shattered by the sound of the door swinging violently open.
It was Rutherford the Brave.
The ironclad knight rushed across the room and
gripped the throats of Tela and the unit monster in each of his mighty hands.
They struggled to break free but even the unit monster was no match for
Rutherford’s power and soon it was over.
The bodies fell to the floor in a
lifeless heap.
Colonel Forbin stepped forward from where he stood in the corner
unable to contain his confusion and rage and screamed «WHY?"His question was
answered by Errand Wolfe who had quietly slipped through the doorway during the
confusion.
«She was a spy,"he said, and explained to Forbin that she had been
sending information to Wilson using the spotted stripers as carriers.
Roger’s death had aroused his suspicion, and Palmer’s had confirmed it.
The colonel stood in silence in a world that had turned up-side-down so many
times that he no longer knew which way was up.
It had all seemed so simple when
he first arrived.
Good versus evil, and of course he had sided with good as he
had done all his life.
And now, he stood and stared into the eyes of Errand
Wolfe and he saw evil.
The entire picture began to seem like an enormous puzzle
with one piece missing, and the colonel knew what that piece was.
«Within twenty-four hours,"he said to Errand Wolfe, «You will have the Helping
Friendly Book."And even as the words were leaving his lips, he found himself
running out the door and into the forest, not towards Prussia, but toward the
great mountain looming in the distance.