Am The stars collectedDm Each world accounted forAm Freed all the childrenDm Seems there is nothing moreAm C F Dm If I only had a rowboat I would row it up to heavenAm C F Dm And if heaven would not have me I would take the other optionDm F Gm Bb I will seek out my own satisfactionDm C Am From the wight lying in the barrowDm C Am To the priest with his broken arrowsF Dm There's a method to the madnessF Dm They will feign an expression of sadnessDm C Am A concatenation of locustsDm C Am And the farmers are losing their focusF Dm On the pitch of the Avenroe grassesF Dm I will sing sing sing to the massesN.C. Oh Heartland, up yoursAm The hollow voice ofDm The fourteenth centuryAm Dm Too much assumption to be taken seriouslyAm C F Dm Oh you wrote me like a Disney kid in cutoffs and a beaterAm C F Dm With a feathered fringe, it doesn't suit a simoniac breederDm F Gm Bb Doesn't work doesn't fly doesn't handleDm C Am From the wight lying in the barrowDm C Am To the priest with his broken arrowsF Dm There's a method to the madnessF Dm They will feign an expression of sadnessDm C Am A concatenation of locustsDm C Am And the farmers are losing their focusF Dm On the pitch of the Avenroe grassesF Dm I will sing sing sing to the masses N.C. Oh Heartland, up yoursAm (My home, my homeland, my homeland, my homeDm My home, my homeland, my homeland, my home)x2Am I will not sing your praisesBb I will not sing your praises hereAm I will not sing your praisesBb I will not sing your praises hereAm I will not sing your praisesBb I will not sing your praisesAm I will not sing your praisesBb I will not sing your praises hereAm
Oh Heartland Up Yours
Owen Pallett
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