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 © EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; RIVER AZARO PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com