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?