Live

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