Royal Family - Fatso Jetson

Hot sad space, and your sense of belonging

Through the mesas and rail yards and the streets

Observations in the dust storm gain attention

Some recover some are jettison to space

Rising up and pushing down,

where the friction meets the ground

No exception to the needs of the royal family

This commitment to habitual disasters

migrant monarchs turning back to painted hills

toward Slab City to Imperial diseases

Chance encounters with imperial unknowns

Rising up and pushing down,

where the friction meets the ground

No exception to the needs of the royal family