Fair fair halos flying the mountains of her head
Broke their crowns January whites
Some say it's magic I would say that's just a guess
Conjured up to calm you while you hike

One hundred miles a hundred miles
They like bricks and dusty paths
We go up and down the aisles a hundred miles

Fourteen pharaohs stood to lament to the king
To death and dine with questions as to why
Say lams like lions if they do not misbehave
Who walk the greenest pastures when they die

One hundred miles a hundred miles
They like bricks and dusty paths
We go up and down the aisles a hundred miles
Someone smiles when they call 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

Oh poor old Gary wore his [?]
He kissed that serpent one too many times (Too many times)
He don't know reason he don't care for what is true
Darkness is much easier on the eyes
One hundred miles a hundred miles
They like bricks and dusty paths
We go up and down the aisles a hundred miles
Someone smiles when they call 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