you were not born for queenin'

it was a complete accident, honestly.

gone daydreaming

rafting away on my asphalt sea...

the asphalt queen fears tonight's dream

what now, king of my unconscious?

bitumen haze

i am queen of the crudest.

the queen needs a drink

this crown's just too heavy sometimes.

a true story

At the coronation, they were drunk on petroleum. I didn't want it—I only wanted beauty and democracy and everyone to be as kind as they possibly could—but they pulled me up to the altar, anointed me with engine oil, placed a crown of hubcaps upon my head, and proclaimed me the Asphalt Queen.