Seaweed (Williams Saul)

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