Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh Heartland, Up Yours!, artist - Owen Pallett. Date of issue: 10.01.2010
Song language: English
Oh Heartland, Up Yours! |
| 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 |