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OK Lane Video (MV)




Performed By: A Thing Called Petrichor
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: Ryan Martinez
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A Thing Called Petrichor - OK Lane Lyrics




This is the sound of boots crushing hands, it's not something that's cared about
This plague is now spread across all the land, it's not something that's cared about

I can't help but feel repulsed by all your politics
And I can't help but ridicule all your fear mongering
And this is the sound of boots crushing hands, it's not something that's cared about

Driving along here on OK Lane, it's such a lovely neighborhood
But things are not always what they seem, it's best to exercise caution

And I can't help this creeping malaise from watching all the news
And I can't help but feel remorse for all those that we will lose
And this is the sound of boots crushing hands, it's not something that's cared about

They use gentle needles that you hardly feel to execute their dirty plan
And when the blast comes, they paint themselves white so as to prevent nuclear tan

You know I just can't sit back and accept that this can't be helped
This world where sometimes men are driven to be the devil himself
And this is the sound of boots crushing hands, it's not something that's cared about
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English

This is the sound of boots crushing hands, it's not something that's cared about
This plague is now spread across all the land, it's not something that's cared about

I can't help but feel repulsed by all your politics
And I can't help but ridicule all your fear mongering
And this is the sound of boots crushing hands, it's not something that's cared about

Driving along here on OK Lane, it's such a lovely neighborhood
But things are not always what they seem, it's best to exercise caution

And I can't help this creeping malaise from watching all the news
And I can't help but feel remorse for all those that we will lose
And this is the sound of boots crushing hands, it's not something that's cared about

They use gentle needles that you hardly feel to execute their dirty plan
And when the blast comes, they paint themselves white so as to prevent nuclear tan

You know I just can't sit back and accept that this can't be helped
This world where sometimes men are driven to be the devil himself
And this is the sound of boots crushing hands, it's not something that's cared about
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Writer: Ryan Martinez
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