Wheat Kings lyrics
Sundown in the Paris of the prairies Wheat kings have all their treasures
buried And all you hear are the rusty breezes Pushing around the weather
vane Jesus
In his Zippo lighter, he sees the killer's face Maybe it's
someone standing in a killer's place Twenty years for nothing, well that's
nothing new, besides, No one's interested in something you didn't
do Wheat kings and pretty things, let's just see what the morning
brings.
There's a dream he dreams where the high school is dead and
stark It's a museum and we're all locked up in it after dark Where the
walls are lined all yellow, grey and sinister Hung with pictures of our
parents' prime ministers Wheat Kings and pretty things, wait and see what
tomorrow brings.
Late-breaking story on the CBC, A nation whispers,
"we always knew that he'd go free" They add, "you can't be
fond of living in the past, cause if you are then there's no way that you're
gonna last". Wheat Kings and pretty things let's just see what
tomorrow brings Wheat kings and pretty things, that's what tomorrow
brings.
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