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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 on 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 yours collides

Seaweed
Washed upon the shore
Severed locks of he who walks
The ocean's 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 Ceasar 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
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's 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

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