Wheat Kings - 2014 Remastered

Sundown in the Paris of the prairies
Wheat kings have all treasures buried
And all you hear are the rusty breezes
Pushing around the weathervane 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's 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 livin' 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
Oh, that's what tomorrow brings



Credits
Writer(s): Gordon Downie, Robert Baker, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Gordon Sinclair
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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