"100,000" lyrics

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

100,000 people, 100,000 lives
100,000 teardrops right behind their eyes
100,000 corpses all sleeping in their beds
6 feet beneath the rooftops, all sleeping like the dead
100,000 highways, all tend to disappear
100 miles an hour, stuck in 7th gear

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