Seaweed

I drive a yellow Volvo. '86 submarine Someone's behind me in an Escalade trying to blind me with their high beams I make a left I'm the road to nowhere, heading west The sky is purple streaks The sun is setting in my chest I feel warm inside So I'm going for a ride Put your picture on my dashboard 'til my fate and your collides Seaweed washed upon the shore Severed locks of he who walks the ocean floor Got a yellow Volvo. '86 submarine Rims like Tibetan prayer wheels and my tank is filled with dreams Fuck the game I practice being in the passing lane And watch the price of gasoline rise with the price of fame I'm immortal I render unto Caesar to be cordial He sees a wooden casket where I see a glowing portal Check your engine Looks like you're running on the blood of Indians (laughs) Put some turquoise in that rolls Royce 'til you crash into a pendulum Seaweed washed upon the shore Severed locks of he who walks the ocean floor Got a yellow Volvo. '86 submarine I drove it under water guided by my own high beams Nothing's left Witnessed the demolition of the west Feel like a little kid Hiding in my mothers' dress. I'm in space The lone ambassador of every race The starfish that discover me plant their flags into my face I'm a clone of every written and unwritten poem A shark pulls up beside me fingering beads and chanting om I can't believe it I never really thought that sharks would need it I thought they'd make their peace: bite it, bleed it, kill it, eat it But I was wrong Every living being deserves a song And our passions must be rationed 'til our rations sing along