Horizon

<br>From the deepest, darkest depths of...WHITBY! <br>Comes this sordid tale of speed... <br>Murderous mayhem.. <br>Cataclysmic combustion... <br>Picturesque powered pistons... <br>Accellerating automotive alarms... <br>Stunningly stupifying stereo stunts! <br>One man... a dream... a car... a 1984... Plymouth... HORIZON... <br><br>I loved the car from tail to grill <br>I wouldn`t change a thing <br>I wouldn`t trade the ashtray <br>For the Queen`s engagement ring <br>But things they started going wrong <br>And went from bad to worse <br>The clutch went kinda funny <br>Then I couldn`t use reverse <br>Still I loved my baby <br>And would not admit defeat <br>Just because it left a trail <br>Of rust along the street <br>It kept on running bravely <br>On duct tape and a prayer <br>Plus a monthly tribute to <br>The guy who did repairs <br>It all seems so unfair (The man was glad the day he bought) <br><br>Horizon! <br>Horizon! <br><br>Till one day on the parking lot <br>They called 401 <br>My car became the meat between <br>A Buick-Honda bun <br>I saw some parts go flying <br>That you really need to drive <br>My car had become roadkill <br>Though it never was alive <br>Left a muffler in the passing lane <br>A hubcap in the slow <br>The windshield on the median <br>A headlight in the snow <br>And as I skidded off the road <br>The other drivers laughed <br>My middle-finger greeting <br>Would be my epitaph <br>Death would come at last (Here lies the man who dared to buy) <br><br>Horizon! <br><br>Now I look at my bent fender <br>The twisted wheel rim <br>I wonder if Horizon <br>Will ever drive again <br>But I know that this was not the end <br>Road warriors die hard <br>And I signed this Mr. Iacoca`s <br>Organ donor card <br>The steel will get recycled <br>And they`ll build another car <br>Bigger, faster, stronger <br>An automotive star <br>My quest will then begin <br>And revenge will soon be mine <br>As I drive my gleaming three-door <br>Orange Chrysler Frankenstein <br>Searching for that Buick <br>To try to end its days <br>We`ll settle off the score <br>And then we`ll drive away (The sun will rise again on the) <br><br>Horizon! <br>My Horizon! <br>My Horizon!