Текст песни Tragically Hip - Wheat Kings
Tragically Hip - Wheat Kings слова песни
Sundown in the Paris of the prairiesWheat Kings have all their treasures barriedAll you hear are the rusty breezesPushing around the weather vane JesusIn a zippo lighter you see the killer`s faceMaybe it`s someone standing in the killers placeTwenty Years for nothing well that nothing new Besides no one is interested in something you didn`t doWheat Kings and pretty things, Lets just see what the morning bringsThere`s a dream he dreams where the high school is dead and starkIt`s a museum and we`re al locked up and after dark up in it and after darkWhere the walls are lined all yellow gray and sinisterHung with pictures of our parents prime ministersWheat Kings and pretty things, Lets just see what the tomorrow bringsLate 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 bringsWheat Kings and pretty things, Thats what the morning brings[Thanks to remember_to_breathe@rogers.com for correcting these lyrics]