What's in the bag? Well…sometimes its drugs…oh hell…a lot of times its drugs. It's Columbian Gold, its Mexicali madness, its bitter root, it's a mysterious white powder that turns out to be not that mysterious at all. It's a cure for what ails you. Yea…right.
What's in the bag? It's a bandana; it's a scarf, a pair of work boots. It's a pair of worn out Levis. A lot of times it's a pair of gloves that are used to do the work no one else will do.
What's in the bag? It's a severed head, a severed hand with a pinky ring. Sometimes a sobering message has to be delivered.
What's in the bag? Well it's a bag of tricks. It's hocus pocus alakazam, a deck of cards without a winning hand, a bit of flim, a bit of flam. And as they say… you'll be left holding the bag.
What's in the bag? It's a gun, it's a knife, it's some brass knuckles, it's a small thermonuclear device. It's all those things your pappy warned you about. And it's at the airport. Not good my friend…not good at all.
What's in the bag? It's a bag of excrement placed strategically at your front door. And it looks like you stepped right in it.
What's in the bag? It's the remains of your beloved Uncle Leon. It should have been an urn, but your Aunt Louise didn't go to a reputable funeral home. Now Uncle Leon is blowing down some desert highway drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds. But somehow I think that's the way Uncle Leon would have wanted it.
What's in the bag? Open it up, you just might be surprised.