Oh Heartland, Up Yours! Lyrics - Heartland - Owen Pallett

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 

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