Wheat Kings 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 tomorrow brings [Thanks to remember_to_breathe@rogers.com, koolkid315@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics] [ www.azlyrics.com ] Find out more about Wheat Kings by clicking this link:
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