The horizon has been defeated
By the pirates of the new age
Alien casinos
Well maybe it's just time to say
Things can go bad
And make you want [bad word] away
But as we grow older
The trouble just seems to stay
 [bad word] In the strings between the cans
But no prints [bad word] from fingers
If machines [bad word] our hands
And then our feet [bad word] the wheels
And then the wheels [bad word] the cars
And then the rigs begin to drill
Until the drilling goes too far

Things can go bad
And make you want [bad word] away
But as we grow older
The horizon begins to fade, fade, fade
Fade away

Thingamajigsaw puzzled
Anger don't you step too close
Because people are lonely and only
Animals with fancy shoes
Hallelujahs zig zag nothing
Misery it's on the loose
Because people are lonely and only
Animals with too many tools
That can build all the junk that we sell
Aw sometimes man makes you want to yell

Things can go bad
And make you want [bad word] away
But as we grow older
The horizon begins to fade away
Fade Away
Fade, fade, fade
Fade, fade, fade