you could cut off all my hair   so short there's nothing even there   and when my head gets cold enough   i'll know it's time to cover      but don't take away my shoes   they're the last things i could lose   and even if this world should weigh me down   i'd still need a way to move across the ground      and you could take away my clothes   why you'd want to, i don't know   and when the weather's getting damp   i guess i'd join a nudist camp      but don't take away my shoes   they're the last things i could lose   and even if this world should weigh me down   i'd still need a way to move across the ground      and you could take away my breath   bring me closer to my death   and while i'm struggling to breathe   i could always up and leave      so don't take away my shoes   they're the last things i could lose   and even if this world should weigh me down   i'd still need a way to move across the ground