Tragically Hip - Wheat Kings текст песни

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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 killer's face

Maybe it's someone standing in the killers place

Twenty Years for nothing well that nothing new

Besides no one is 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 is dead and stark

It's a museum and we're 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 he'd go free

They add you can't 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 the morning brings

[Thanks to remember_to_breathe@rogers.com for correcting these lyrics]

Текст песни Tragically Hip - Wheat Kings Wheat Kings
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