Constance:
Our first song is by Father Louis P. Marcus, our choir conductor he was inspired by traditional African folk music
Specifically The Lion King
It’s about our hometown Uranium, enjoy

Ocean:
Uranium

Choir:
Uranium
That's our town, our friendly town

Ocean:
Uranium

Choir (Underneath next line):
Uranium
That's our town, our highway town
(Ooh)

NOEL:
The sky is almost blue here
Great elevators too here

Choir (Underneath next line):
The pride and joy of sweet Saskatchewan
(Ooh)
Constance:
We came here for the half-life
And stayed here for our whole life

Choir:
To give the whole wide world plutonium

Ocean:
Uranium

Choir:
Uranium
That's our town, our friendly town

Mischa:
There's a bank and arena, and there's bingos to play

Choir:
You'll find the finest coffee at the Fat Man Café

Noel:
From our marching band to the general store

Choir:
That’s right
This whole town was made from uranium ore
Karnak(Spoken):
And my part in this story
I read all of the children's fortunes
I felt their hopes, thoughts, dreams, knowing they would board the doomed rollercoaster...and I told them nothing
I even suggested they ride the cyclone
Tonight, my apology, a eulogy in a way of a concert
The final concert of the now-deceased St. Cassian Chamber Choir

Choir:
Then of course they closed the mine
The town was broke by '99
They closed the public school and city hall
The smart ones all packed up and went
Why stay if you can't pay the rent
A greeter at the mega shopping mall

It's a fact, it's a fact, just another tragic fact
We will never leave this town at all

Our folks, it seems, were too entwined
Stubborn, wouldn't change their mind
Hoping bust might turn right back to boom
Cross their fingers, pray for luck
Bow down to the mighty buck
Waiting in this godforsaken tomb
Empty people, empty mind
Living life or killing time
A dead-end town against a dead-end wall
There's nothing cute and nothing sweet
This town has only one main street
Let me face my boredom at the mall

It's a fact, it's a fact, just another tragic fact
We will never leave this town at all...

Aaah
Aaa-aaahh

Jane:
Aaaaaaaaaah

Ocean:
So what do we do to fill our day

Choir:
Make plans for the getaway

Mischa:
Eat a bite, or drink some homemade brew

Constance:
One culture here

Choir:
Join the choir

Noel:
Build yourself a funeral pyre
So many stimulating things to do

Choir:
Its so not TV satellite
Work all day, sleep all night

Ricky:
Once a week there's bingo at the hall

Choir:
How can I describe my hate?
It's one year 'till I graduate

Noel:
At least I won't be working at the mall

Noel, Constance, Ricky:
Thank God I won't be working at the mall

Choir:
Damned if I'll be working at the mall

It's a fact, it's a fact, just another tragic fact
We will never
Leave
This
Town
At
All...
Ahh...
Aaa-aaahh

Jane:
Aaaaaaaaaah