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The Tragically Hip
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Wheat Kings
Lyricist:Robert Baker, Gord Downie, John Fay, Paul Langlois, Gordon Sinclair
Sundown in the Paris of the prairie Wheat kings have all 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 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
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Where the walls are lined all yellow, gray and 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 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'
Wheat kings and pretty things Let's just see what tomorrow brings Wheat kings and pretty things Oh, that's what tomorrow brings
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