Horizon has been defeated by the pirates of the new age
Alien casinos,
well, maybe it's just time to say
That things can go bad
And make you wanna run away
But as we grow older
The trouble just seems to stay
Future complications
In the strings between the cans But no prints can come from fingers
If machines become our hands And then our feet become the wheels
And then the wheels become the cars And then the rigs begin to drill
Until the drilling goes too far
Things can go bad
And make you wanna run away
But as we grow older Horizon begins to fade,
fade,
fade
away But thingamajigs are puzzled
Anger, don't you step too close
Cause people are lonely and only animals with fancy shoes
And hallelujah's the exact nothing And misery is on the loose
Cause people are lonely and only animals with too many tools
That can build all the junk that we sell
Awesome time and make you wanna yell
That things can go bad
And make you wanna run away
But as we grow older Horizon begins to
fade away
Fade,
fade, fade away Fade,
fade,
fade
Fade,
fade,
fade