Sundown in the Paris of the prairies
Wheat Kings have all their treasures barried
All you hear are the rusty breezes
Pushing around the weather vane Jesus
In a zippo lighter you see the killers face
Maybe its someone standing in the killers place
Twenty Years for nothing well that nothing new
Besides no one is interested in something you didnt do
Wheat Kings and pretty things,
Lets just see what the morning brings
Theres a dream he dreams where the high school is dead and stark
Its a museum and were al locked up and after dark up in it and after dark
Where the walls are lined all yellow gray and sinister
Hung with pictures of our parents prime ministers
Wheat Kings and pretty things,
Lets just see what the tomorrow brings
Late breaking story on the CBC,
A nation whispers "we always know hed go free"
They add "you cant be fond of living in the past,
Cause if you are then there is no way you are going to last"
Wheat Kings and pretty things,
Lets just see what the morning brings
Wheat Kings and pretty things,
Thats what tomorrow brings
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