I stood in front of the crowd, in my boxers and a burial shroud
And I was asked to plead a case for my people, for my race

So I danced in place and my baptism was rad

I stood in front of the crowd, in just a yarmulke with my tongue out
And I was asked how I could divide between the good rules and the ones I let slide

So I danced far and wide and my baptism was rad

The music would not let me stop but my skin soaked up every drop
The rain ran red like the sea, as I parted a new part of me
And I kept going back again and again

I stood under the lights with a twisted up candle and a box of spice
And I was asked to choose a new name, but ‘I wrestle with me’ felt lame

So I danced ’til the angels came and my baptism was rad

I stood under the lights in a fresh coat of darkness where 3 stars shone bright

And I was asked if my faith was half-baked and I said, "So is Matzah but it still fills my plate"

So I danced right up to the gate and my baptism was rad

The music would not let me stop but my skin soaked up every drop
The rain ran red like the sea, as I parted a new part of me
And I kept going back again and again

I stood right next to the judge tied up with a tallis, collapsed on a rug
And I was asked if I’d die to defend my torah, my people, my friends

So I danced to the bitter end and my baptism was rad

I stood right next to the judge, my back a doorpost, my heart, mezuzah
And I was thanked for playing along, he kissed me, dismissed me, declared himself wrong

So I danced like a leper, shook like salt and pepper, rose as dough, floated as a zephyr

Rained down red and my baptism was rad
Rained down again and again and my baptism was rad