Royal Family Songtext
von 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