| I drive a yellow Volvo. |
| '86 submarine
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| Someone’s behind me in an Escalade trying to blind me with their high beams
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| I make a left
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| I’m the road to nowhere, heading west
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| The sky is purple streaks
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| The sun is setting in my chest
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| I feel warm inside
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| So I’m going for a ride
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| Put your picture on my dashboard 'til my fate and your collides
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| Seaweed washed upon the shore
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| Severed locks of he who walks the ocean floor
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| Got a yellow Volvo. |
| '86 submarine
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| Rims like Tibetan prayer wheels and my tank is filled with dreams
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| Fuck the game
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| I practice being in the passing lane
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| And watch the price of gasoline rise with the price of fame
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| I’m immortal
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| I render unto Caesar to be cordial
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| He sees a wooden casket where I see a glowing portal
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| Check your engine
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| Looks like you’re running on the blood of Indians (laughs)
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| Put some turquoise in that rolls Royce 'til you crash into a pendulum
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| Seaweed washed upon the shore
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| Severed locks of he who walks the ocean floor
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| Got a yellow Volvo. |
| '86 submarine
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| I drove it under water guided by my own high beams
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| Nothing’s left
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| Witnessed the demolition of the west
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| Feel like a little kid
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| Hiding in my mothers' dress. |
| I’m in space
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| The lone ambassador of every race
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| The starfish that discover me plant their flags into my face
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| I’m a clone of every written and unwritten poem
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| A shark pulls up beside me fingering beads and chanting om
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| I can’t believe it
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| I never really thought that sharks would need it
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| I thought they’d make their peace: bite it, bleed it, kill it, eat it
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| But I was wrong
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| Every living being deserves a song
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| And our passions must be rationed 'til our rations sing along |