Let’s go hang out in a mall, or a morgue, a smorgasbord Let’s go hang out in a church We’ll go find lurch Then we’ll haul ass down through the abbey Is it money, is it fame What’s in a name, shame? Is it money, is it fame Or were they always this lame? It’s […]

If I was half alive 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 […]