Take the Heartland Glen Hansard

I’m gonna hide my heart behind the peacock’s fan
And keep my friends real close
Yeah, this is how it’s gonna go
I’m gonna find my knife and run it through those stitches
Throw my friends down in the ditches
Before they even know what I've come here for

Take the heartland with a sense of revenge
Take the heartland and make it look easy
Take the heartland, you’ll die in the end
Take the heartland

I’m gonna grow my hair down to my face like a Fidel Castro
Like a Che Guevara or a Fidel Castro
I’m gonna grab my fork, my life’s one last wish
And I’m gonna take their life with a knife
And I’m gonna sit and wait, not fall

Take the heartland with a sense of revenge
Take the heartland and make it look easy
Take the heartland, we’ll die in the end
Take the heartland

Should I kill you with my sword, yeah?
Or should I kill you with this word?