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
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