Paroles Oh Heartland, Up Yours! de Owen Pallett

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The stars collectedEach world accounted forFreed all the childrenSeems there is nothing moreIf I only had a rowboat I would row it up to heavenAnd if heaven would not have me I would take the other option I will seek out my own satisfactionFrom the wine lying the bedroomTo the priest with his broken arrowsThere's a method to the madnessThey will feign an expression of sadnessA called cattle-nation of locustsAnd the farmers are losing their focusOn the pitch of the avenue grassesI will sing sing sing to the massesOh Heartland, up yoursThe hollow voice ofOf fourteenth centuryToo much assumption to be taken seriouslyOn the road like a Disney kid in cutoffs and a beaterWith a feathered fringe, it doesn't suit a simonia greeterDoesn't work doesn't fly doesn't handleFrom the wine lying the bedroomTo the priest with his broken arrowsThere's a method to the madnessThey will feign an expression of sadnessA called cattle-nation of locustsAnd the farmers are losing their focusOn the pitch of the avenue grassesI will sing sing sing to the massesOh Heartland, up yours(Oh violent lent violent lent violent lent)I will not sing your praisesI will not sing your praises hereI will not sing your praisesI will not sing your praises hereI will not sing your praisesI will not sing your praisesI will not sing your praises I will not sing your praises here


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