Live - Gas Head Goes West Lyrics
If I was half aliveand you were deadsubsisiting on that same old breadit's the memory that hidesthe whole wide worldit's the gas hed's love of americait's the memory that hidestake your photographs backfor the love of all godsour gas hed marches onour gas hed marches onhe's a bona fide mana star amongst his clanand the only one that let me rideit's the memory that diesour gas hed was rightwhen they lanced his skullthere was puss and lightit's the memory that diesso take your photographs backfor the love of all godsour gas hed marches onour gas hed marches onit's the memory that diesand make your photographs blackfor the love all godsgas hed marches ongas hed marches onit's the memory that diesso take your photographs backfor the love of all godsour gas hed marches onour gas hed marches ongas hed is on the radio, radio, radio