Belt

I wouldn't sell my belt to industry

So they carded me and they carted me off

Naked but that belt around my waist

It was my father's once, I still see his face

I said whoa, they carted me off

Yeah, whoa, they carded me

But I managed to escape the good gendarme

I fled through field and farm, stripped of natural charm

Naked but that belt I wear so well

Past the pyramids and the liberty bell

I said whoa, they carted me off

Yeah, whoa, they carded me

Hey, this is something I have to do for myself

Yeah, this is something I have to do for myself

I have to for myself

I have to for myself, yeah, yeah

I ignored the sheep and shepherds on my way

What can their small words say when they say them that way?

Bathed in sweat, feathered as a crow

I laid a beating on the sleet and snow with my frostbitten toes

I remained unrecognized in my hometown

Beneath my monstrous gown of feather and down

But I gathered up an army made of those

Who aimed to shake them from their repose

And we took up weapons, yeah

And we took off our clothes

And we took up weapons, yeah

And we took off our

Hey, this is something I have to do for myself

Yeah, this is something I have to do for myself

I have to for myself

I have to for myself, yeah

So what say you and all your friends

Meet all of my friends in the alley tonight?

What say you and all your friends

Step up to my friends in the alley tonight?