Oh Heartland, Up Yours! Lyrics

The stars collected Each world accounted for Freed all the children Seems there is nothing more
If I only had a rowboat I would row it up to heaven And if heaven would not have me I would take the other option I will seek out my own satisfaction
From the wight lying in the barrow To the priest with his broken arrows There's a method to the madness They will feign an expression of sadness A concatenation of locusts And the farmers are losing their focus On the pitch of the Avenroe grasses I will sing sing sing to the masses
Oh Heartland, up yours
The hollow voice of The fourteenth century Too much assumption to be taken seriously Oh you wrote me like a Disney kid in cutoffs and a beater [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/oh-heartland-up-yours-lyrics-owen-pallett.html ] With a feathered fringe, it doesn't suit a simoniac breeder Doesn't work doesn't fly doesn't handle
From the wight lying in the barrow To the priest with his broken arrows There's a method to the madness They will feign an expression of sadness A concatenation of locusts And the farmers are losing their focus On the pitch of the Avenroe grasses I will sing sing sing to the masses
Oh Heartland, up yours
(My home, my homeland, my homeland)
I will not sing your praises I will not sing your praises here I will not sing your praises I will not sing your praises here I will not sing your praises I will not sing your praises I will not sing your praises I will not sing your praises here