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