Do Not Rush Me, I’m Already Russian

Passport in my pocket

Queue wraps ’round the block

You say “hurry up

Comrade”

Like I’m running out the clock

I sip my tea too slowly

You tap your watch

Annoyed

Relax

My friend

I’ve mastered

Bureaucratic void

Do not rush me

I am already Russian

I’ve stood in longer lines than your assumptions

If patience was a sport

I’d be in first place

Trust me

Do not rush me

Do not rush me

I am already Russian

You sprint in circles

I conserve combustion

History moves slow

I learned that young

Believe me

Do not rush me

You speed through every small talk

Like it’s a traffic jam

I answer with a proverb

You translate as “scam”

You chase some shiny future

Like sales in early spring

I count my change

Then maybe

I buy a little thing

You think fast means better

You think loud means right

I’ve seen empires promise

They’d be done by Friday night

[low vocal register] Same old story

Different slogan

Same old “hurry or you’re broken”

[gang vocals] We’re still standing

Still not rushing

Still here

Still here