Distance is just numbers on a dashboard, hours thinking about
Nothing but the transmission stutter you fear.
I want a girl who gets up early.
I want a girl who stays up late.
I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity
Who uses a machete to cut through red tape
With fingernails that shine like justice,
And a voice that is dark like tinted glass.
But have we made it anywhere at all if the dishes are never done?
If we can’t live without dishwashers, how could we live without cops?
And so you’re asking me, who does the dishes after the revolution?
Well, we do our own dishes now, we’ll do our own dishes then.
And it’s always the ones who don’t who ask that fucking question.