For the love of all Gods
It's the memory that dies, our gas hed was right
And the only one that let me ride
Our gas hed marches
Our gas hed marches on
Take your photographs back
Our gas hed marches on
And make your photographs black
For the love of all Gods
For the love of all Gods
When they lanced his skull there was puss and light
It's the memory that hides
Our gas hed marches on
It's the memory that dies
Our gas hed marches on
Our gas hed marches on
Gas hed is on the radio, radio, radio
It's the memory that hides the whole wide world
So take your photographs back
It's the memory that dies
He's a bonified man, a star amongst his clan
It's the memory that dies
So take your photographs back
For the love of all Gods
It's the gas hed's love of America
Our gas hed marches on
Gas hed is on the radio, radio, radio
