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?