Let's just see what the morning brings
Besides, no one's interested in something you didn't do
Twenty years for nothing, well that's nothing new
It's a museum and we're all locked up in it after dark
In his Zippo lighter, he sees the killer's face
Wheat kings and pretty things
Wheat kings and pretty things
Wait and see what tomorrow brings
They add, "You can't be fond of living in the past
Hung with pictures of our parents' prime ministers
Late breaking story on the CBC
There's a dream he dreams where the high school is dead and stark
Let's just see what tomorrow brings
Where the walls are lined all yellow, gray and sinister
Wheat kings and pretty things
A nation whispers, "We always knew that he'd go free"
Wheat kings and pretty things
Maybe it's someone standing in a killer's place
And all you hear are the rusty breezes
'Cause if you are then there's no way that you're gonna last"
Pushing around the weather vane Jesus
