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

I drive 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

Put some turquoise in that Rolls Royce

Before you crash into a pendulum

Seaweed washed upon the shore

Severed locks

Of he who walks the ocean floor

I drive 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

I 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