For you I will be a ghetto j** and dance and put white stockings on my twisted limbs and poison wells across the town For you I will be an apostate j** and tell the Spanish priest of the blood vow in the Talmud and where the bones of the child are hid For you I will be a banker j** and bring to ruin a proud old hunting king and end his line For you I will be a Broadway j** and cry in theatres for my mother and sell bargain goods beneath the counter For you I will be a doctor j** and search in all the garbage cans for foreskins to sew back again For you I will be a Dachau j** and lie down in lime with twisted limbs and bloated pain no mind can understand