If I was half alive And 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 bona fide 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, radioTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
