I am your husband, but this ain’t about
no feminist shit or about you career.
There’s a war going on – and guess what: it’s nuclear.
Stay in the kitchen, it’s safe underground.
It’s so much more better than walking around
in a park that is covered with nuclear fallout.
Radiation is killer, did you have any doubt?
It’s fun in our kitchen, to cook and to clean
and to wash all the dishes. I hate to be mean
but you ought to have listened to what I had said.
Instead you went out, and now you are dead.