When the wind is west she will ask:
"Why isn't there no punk Jewish song?"
Because we, think twice, instead of being amazed
retroactive. She was my grophy.
"I really hate Judaism, I just wanna be original!"
Sailing towards a bohemia... Patting the next generation's
bottom.
Explaining her, that she is not tied up, but lifted.
Not small, but huge. Not tied up...
And in your right you can see, a home of fools, they're
calling us to come. But no, We will flow with the intellect,
thanks. If you don't mind.
To be on the safe side, I'll tie you to the mast and cover
my ears upon you.

And when the wind is east and changing, she will ask:
"What do I have to do with the theatre? I am much more than
worthy, I am superb, dammit!"
Sailing towards bohem... bohem... to the laughter of deep
fish...
Explaining her that she depends on the audience. In relation
to the quality, and what is quality?  
She's hanged in the air, catch, catch. Catch it baby.
I wanna die!
I wanna die!
Kill yourself but wait to the end of time.
Just wait for me till the end of time.