Owen Pallett - 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 will 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 gra**es I will sing, sing, sing to the ma**es Oh Heartland, up yours! The hollow voice of the 14th century Too much a**umption to be taken seriously Oh, you wrote me like a Disney kid, in cut-offs 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 gra**es I will sing, sing, sing to the ma**es Oh Heartland, up yours! My homeland. I will not sing your praises here.