[Narration]
Meanwhile, in the main square in Prussia, the state of the revolution was taking another turn for the worst. A crowd of townspeople had gathered to witness the hanging of Wilson's accountant, Mr. Palmer. It seemed that Palmer had been a revolutionary himself and had been extorting Wilson's money to fund the revolution. Palmer stood on the scaffold with Wilson and the AC/DC Bag, an electrified robot-hangman with a black bag over his head. Wilson seemed pleased as he began to speak…

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
AC/DC Bag, AC/DC Bag
AC/DC Bag, DC Bag
AC/DC Bag, AC/DC Bag
AC/DC Bag, DC Bag

[Verse 2]
Time to put your money where your mouth is
Put 'em in a field and let 'em fight it out
I'm runnin' 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 you show me yours
I'm breathin' hard, open the door
[Chorus]
AC/DC Bag, AC/DC Bag
AC/DC Bag, DC Bag
AC/DC Bag, AC/DC Bag
AC/DC Bag, DC Bag

[Bridge]
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
Woah, carry me down, down, down, down

[Instrumental Outro]