Wheat Kings (remastered) Lyrics - Tragically Hip

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 

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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 

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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 going to last" 

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Wheat kings and pretty things 

Let's just see what tomorrow brings 

Wheat kings and pretty things 

Oh that's what tomorrow brings