Pretty girls, pretty sisters
Twirling batons, blowing penny whistles
You're gonna swan dive
When you kiss her
You're gonna write poetry, babe
When you miss her
Southern baptist, father, mister
Pretty girls, pretty sisters
Ugly boys, ugly brothers
Die for your country
Or one another
Muscle cars
In the front yard
Master of puppets
And kill 'em all
Don't question God
Don't question Mother
Ugly boys, ugly brothers
One hundred thousand people
One hundred thousand lives
One hundred thousand teardrops
Right behind their eyes
One hundred thousand corpses
All sleeping in their beds
Six feet beneath the rooftops
All sleeping like the dead
One hundred thousand highways
All tend to disappear
One hundred miles an hour
Stuck in seventh gear
One hundred thousand
One hundred thousand
One hundred thousand, oh
Woo
One hundred thousand
One hundred thousand
One hundred thousand
One hundred thousand
One hundred thousand
One hundred thousand
One hundred thousand
One hundred thousand, oh
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