If I was half alive
Then you were dead
Subsistin on that same old bread
Its the memory that hide
The whole wide world
Its the gas heds love of america
Its the memory that hides
Take your photographs back
For the love of all gods
Our gas hed marches on
Our gas hed marches on
Hes a bonified man
A star amongst his clan
And the only one that let me ride
Its the memory that dies
Our gas hed was right
When they lanced his skill
There was puss and light
Its the memory that dies
So take your photographs back
For the love of all gods
Our gas hed marches on
Our gas hed marches
Its the memory that dies
So take your photographs back
For the love of all gods
Our gas hed marches on
Our gas hed marches on
Gas hed is on the radio, radio, radio