Artist/Band:
Phish
Lyrics for Song: AC/DC Bag
Lyrics for Album: Hampton/winston-Salem '97 [2011]
Mr. Palmer is concerned
with the thousand dollar question
Just like Roger, hes 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
Ive got a feeling, you know what you did.
ACDC Bag, ACDC Bag, ACDC Bag,
DC Bag
ACDC Bag, ACDC Bag, ACDC Bag,
DC Bag
Time to put your money where your mouth is:
Put them in a field and let them fight it out.
I'm running so fast, my feet don't touch the ground.
I'm a stranger here, I'm goin' down.
Let's get down to the nitty gritty,
Let's get this show on the road.
I'll show you mine, if your show me yours.
I'm breathing hard, open the door.
ACDC Bag, ACDC Bag, ACDC Bag,
DC Bag
ACDC Bag, ACDC Bag, ACDC 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 could've thought it, thats where i am,
no future at all,
don't sweat it, thats where i am,
whoa carry me down.
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