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