Nah, nah, nah Bad, bad halos climbed the mountains up ahead And they cloaked 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 miles, a hundred miles Lay like bricks in dusty piles We go up and down the aisles A hundred miles Now fourteen pharaohs load the lamb into the cage Turn deaf and dumb to questions as to why Saying "lions, lions, lions, if they do not misbehave Will walk the greenest pastures when they die." A hundred miles, a hundred miles Lay like bricks in dusty piles 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 rusted frame One hundred miles (Oh, oh, oh) (Pap-pap-pap ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-bum, ba-ba-ba-ba-baaa) (Da-da-da-daaa, la-da-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) (La-da-da-dum) Now poor old Gary, wore his share of fiery moves And he kissed that serpent one too many times (too many times) Now he don't know reason, he don't care for what is proved Darkness is much easier on the eyes A hundred miles, a hundred miles Lay like bricks in dusty piles 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 rusted frame One hundred miles