Death of the Winnipeg Scene

She’s a cock eyed queen but she’s not too proud to beg
Cold as the heart of Winnipeg
When I said I dug your sounds I lied
The scene has died
The erosion started when the ranger walked away
That brought upon the lexicon that shattered all our faith
An accent faux, disturbed you know, a genuine swampy drawl
The noise compels and sewer smells of fiction to beat all
She’s a cock eyed queen but she’s not too proud to beg
Cold as the heart of Winnipeg
When I said I dug your sounds I lied
The scene has died
The red river rises as though we’ve struck a vein
The prairie mug and the metis blood are all one and the same
I’ve heard tell the infidel has never seen the south
I got it from the mayor himself straight from the horse’s mouth
Corpses of mosquitoes line the window sills
Swaying lines of swallows are swallowing their fill
The martens and the jays are all fair game upon the field
Illusion snakes while the ghost mistakes down on her own shield
She’s a cock eyed queen but she’s not too proud to beg
Cold as the heart of Winnipeg
When I said I dug your sounds I lied
The scene has died
The Winnipeg scene has died