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Wheat Kings
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undown in the Paris of the Prairies Wheat Kings have all treasures buried And all you hear are the rusty breezes Pushing around the weather vane Jesus The zippo lighter receives the killer's face Maybe it's someone standing in the killer's place 20 years from nothing well that's nothing new besides No ones interested in something you didn't do Wheat kings and pretty things Lets 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 There was a line of yellow grey 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 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 you're that you're going to last Wheat kings and pretty things Lets just see what tomorrow brings Wheat kings and pretty things That's what tomorrow brings Return to Tragically Hip lyrics |
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