Tytuł: Wheat Kings

• Wykonawca: Tragically Hip
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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
  Hanging 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 what 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