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