Gas Hed Goes West

Then you were dead
Subsistin’ on that same old bread
It’s the memory that hides
The whole wide world

It’s the gas he’d’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 bonified 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 puss 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
Our gas he’d marches on
Gas he’d is on the radio, radio, radio