if i was half alive
then you were dead
subsistin' on that same old bread
.
it's the memory that hides
the whole wide world
it's the gas hed's love of america
.
it's the memory that hides
take your photographs back
for the love of all gods
our gas hed marches on
our gas hed marches on
.
he's a bona fide man
a star amongst his clan
and the only one that let me ride
.
it's the memory that dies
our gas hed was right
when they lanced his skull
there was puss and light
.
it's the memory that dies
so take your photographs back
for the love of all gods
our gas hed marches on
our gas hed marches
.
it's the memory that dies
and make your photographs black
for the love of all gods
our gas hed marches on
our gas hed marches on
.
gas hed is on the radio, radio, radio