Текст песни: Oh Heartland, Up Yours! + перевод

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

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