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