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 skill

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

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