Phish - AC/DC Bag lyrics

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

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
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

AC dC Bag, oh aC dC Bag
AC dC Bag dC Bag aC
DC Bag, oh 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
Whoa, carry me down