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

(2x)



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



[chorus]

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

blank
et 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 a
ll seemed so simple when he first arrived. g

Ood 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.