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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
gas hed is on the radio, radio, radio
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