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