Live — Gas Hed Goes West lyrics

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 he'd marches on
Our gas he'd marches on

He's a bonafide man
A star amongst his clan
And the only one that let me ride
It's the memory that dies
Our gas he'd was right
When they lanced his skull
There was pus and light

It's the memory that dies
So take your photographs back
For the love of all gods
Our gas he'd marches on
Our gas he'd marches

It's the memory that dies
And make your photographs black
For the love of all gods
Our gas he'd marches on

Gas he'd is on the radio, radio, radio
Gas he'd is on the radio, radio, radio
Gas he'd is on the radio...