Текст песни Oh Heartland, Up Yours! - 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
Внимание! Не стесняйтесь оставлять отзывы.