Nah, nah, nah
Bad, bad halos climb the mountain of your hair
And they clothe their crowns in January white
Some will say it’s magic, I say that’s just a guess
Conjured up to calm you while you hike
A hundred mile, a hundred miles
Lay like bricks in dusty piles
We go walking down the aisles
A hundred miles
Now fourteen pharaohs load the lamb into the cage
Turned deaf and dumb for questions as to why
Saying lions, lions, lions if they do not misbehave
They’ll walk the greenest pastures when they die
A hundred mile, a hundred miles
Lay like bricks in dusty piles
We go walking down the aisles
A hundred miles
Someone smiles and calls your name
And they convince you for a second you were not to blame
You feel all shiny in your rusty frame
One hundred miles
[interlude]
Bad, bad halos climb the mountain of your hair
And they clothe their crowns in January white
Some will say it’s magic, I say that’s just a guess
Conjured up to calm you while you hike
A hundred mile, a hundred miles
Lay like bricks in dusty piles
We go walking down the aisles
A hundred miles
Now fourteen pharaohs load the lamb into the cage
Turned deaf and dumb for questions as to why
Saying lions, lions, lions if they do not misbehave
They’ll walk the greenest pastures when they die
A hundred mile, a hundred miles
Lay like bricks in dusty piles
We go walking down the aisles
A hundred miles
Someone smiles and calls your name
And they convince you for a second you were not to blame
You feel all shiny in your rusty frame
One hundred miles
[interlude]
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