I might try
Canyon kelly in the bathroom shaking
Miss the point and foul out at breakfast
Brine your shoes nice and tasty
A sullen meal with a side of heartbreak

But you leave the meal
Ludwig van and the salt shakers
And you eat the Sun
And greet the
Ready-made action takers
They fill the streets
Free labor
Pop a pill and bring your game
Tucson steady
Chinle shame
Duck down, turn around
The political game

And you see behind the eyes of the soldier
The haze
The whole rage
Lying in the darkness
Plotting

And when your stomping grounds are no longer
Shining
You look to grace
And hear her whining