Everyone's lining up for a brand new pick up truck.
I need a ghost ship.
I need a ghost ship.
Everyone left behind the Maritimes.
I need a history.
I need a history.
The oil rush is falling down like rain.
Falling down like rain.
On all of us.
Ask the devil into your heart,
And you'll never be alone.
There's no time to stand apart
In your new prairie home.
And the Calgary tower stands up in the sky
Like a giant fist that sticks up with all of it's might.
And the Calgary tower is shining in the night
Like the mast of a ghost ship on it's inaugural flight.
My heart is a piece of garbage.
My heart is a piece of garbage.
My heart is a piece of Garbage.
Fight. Seagulls. Fight.
Fight. Seagulls. Fight.