you could cut off all my hairnso short there's nothing even therenand when my head gets cold enoughni'll know it's time to covernnbut don't take away my shoesnthey're the last things i could losenand even if this world should weigh me downni'd still need a way to move across the groundnnand you could take away my clothesnwhy you'd want to, i don't knownand when the weather's getting dampni guess i'd join a nudist campnnbut don't take away my shoesnthey're the last things i could losenand even if this world should weigh me downni'd still need a way to move across the groundnnand you could take away my breathnbring me closer to my deathnand while i'm struggling to breatheni could always up and leavennso don't take away my shoesnthey're the last things i could losenand even if this world should weigh me downni'd still need a way to move across the ground