We the dead, we the dead find a country road Country road, lead the dead from our homes to the ground Keep a book of the maggots our bodies will snare 'Cause the earth is the earth, no need to travel in the air The CN Tower is built upon our bones! The CN Tower will always be our home! Decorate 'round the base, all the graves of our lost loves Cabbages, ginger root and a [bad word] Never rode on the plains, never thought I couldn't stay Had a [bad word] anyway, had a [bad word] anyway I could fill up the lake with all the things I didn't say Had a [bad word] anyway, had a [bad word] anyway From the top of the tower Radio buzz in our ears We can see your house from here We can see your house from here From the top of the tower Radio buzz in our ears We can see your house from here We can see your house from here