The Tragically Hip - Wheat Kings lyrics
[The Tragically Hip - Wheat Kings lyrics]
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
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
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 going to last"
Wheat kings and pretty things
Let's just see what tomorrow brings
Wheat kings and pretty things
Oh that's what tomorrow brings