Wheat Kings - Remastered

Sundown in the Paris of the prairies
 Wheat kings have all treasures buried
 And all you hear are the rusty breezes
 Pushing around the weathervane Jesus
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 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 livin' 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