Из альбома: June
For you
I will be a ghetto jew
And dance
And put stockings on my limbs
And poison wells
Across the town
For you
I will be a banker jew
And bring
To ruin and old hunting king
And end his line
For you
I will be a Broadway jew
And cry in theatres
For my mother
And sell bargain goods
Berneath the counter
For you
I will be a doctor jew
And search
In all the garbage cans for foreskins
To sew back again
For you
I will be a dauchau jew
And lie down in lime
With twisted limbs
And bloated pain
No mind can understand.
(Merci à Clélie pour cettes paroles)