Wheat kings — Tragically Hip

Verse

Sundown in the Paris of the prairies Wheat kings have all their treasures buried And all you hear are the rusty breezes Pushing around the weather vane Jesus

In his Zippo lighter, he sees the killer's face Maybe it's someone standing in the killers place Twenty years for nothing, well that's nothing new Besides, no one's interested in something you didn't do

Chorus

Wheat kings and pretty things, Let's just see what tomorrow brings

Verse

There's a dream he dreams where the high school is 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

Chorus

Wheat kings and pretty things, Wait and see what tomorrow brings

Verse

Late breaking story on the CBС А 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 gonna last"

Chorus

Wheat Kings and pretty things,' Let's just see what tomorrow brings Wheat Kings and pretty things, That's what tomorrow brings