Tragically Hip - Wheat Kings Lyrics
Sundown in the Paris of the prairiesWheat Kings have all their treasures barriedAll you hear are the rusty breezesPushing around the weather vane JesusIn a zippo lighter you see the killer's faceMaybe it's someone standing in the killers placeTwenty Years for nothing well that's nothing newBesides no one is interested in something you didn't doWheat Kings and pretty things,Let's just see what the morning bringsThere's a dream he dreams where the high school is dead and starkIt's a museum and we're all locked up in it and after darkWhere the walls are lined all yellow gray and sinisterHung with pictures of our parents' prime ministersWheat Kings and pretty things,Wait and see what the morrow bringsLate breaking story on the CBC,A nation whispers, "We always knew he'd go free"They add "You can't be fond of living in the past,Because if you are then there's no way you're gonna last"Wheat Kings and pretty things,Let's just see what the morning bringsWheat Kings and pretty things,That's what tomorrow brings
