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