My Heart Is a Piece of Garbage. Fight Seagulls! Fight!

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