Death of the Winnipeg Scene - The Real McKenzies

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