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