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 bonified 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 It's the memory that dies

So take your photographs back

For the love of all Gods

Our gas hed marches on Gas hed is on the radio, radio, radio

Gas hed is on the radio, radio, radio

Gas hed is on the radio, yeah