"PETRICHOR" lyrics

"PETRICHOR"

Heh-heh
No
Mmm
He-he-he
Ooh-ooh-ooh

Dandelions and pickled vegetables

Swim in the ocean
What's left of her

Hmmm
My-my-my-my, my-my-my-my
Wonderful petrichor
No more
My-my-my-my, my-my-my-my
I implore
Oh, I implore

Mmm-hmmm, mmm-hmmm, mmm-mmm
Hmmm-hmmm, mmm-hmmm, hmmm-hmmm

Yeah, fiddle me, doc, heh
They help me
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Help me, Lord
Help me, Lord
They burning the planet down
They burning the planet down, Lord
Help me, Lord
My-my-my-my, my-my-my-my

The chemicals, chemicals, too many chemicals, uh
My-my-my-my, my-my-my-my
Losing our minerals, criminal mineral
Help me, Lord
Mmm-hmmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
Hmmm-hmmm, mmm-hmmm, hmmm-hmmm

Help me, Lord
They burning the planet down
No more second linin' in the street
They burning the planet down, Lord
Help me, Lord
No more plants for you to eat
Help me, Lord
They burning the planet down
Hot coals underneath your feet
Good god
They burning the planet down, Lord
Help me, Lord

Hmmm
Mmm-hmmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
Hmmm-hmmm, mmm-mmm, hmmm-hmmm
Mmm-hmmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
Hmmm-hmmm, mmm-mmm, hmmm-hmmm


Writer(s): Jonathan Batiste
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