SINGER: The Tragically Hip

SONG:Wheat Kings

Sundown in the paris of the prairies wheat kings have all their treasures buried and all you hear are the rusty breezes pushing
around the weather vane 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 where the high school is dead and stark tt'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" yhey add, "you can't be fond of living 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, that's what tomorrow brings