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 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