Don’t Cut My Shirt
- Genre: Acoustic Metalcore
- Released:
- Length: 4:37
Lyrics
Verse 1
Grandma slipped On a throw rug by the stairs Landed hard Now she's staring at the ceiling fan in prayer I asked her where it hurts She said "everywhere but first" Before you touch a single thing Don't cut my favorite shirt
Pre-Chorus
My hip might be broken My shoulder might be too But that blouse survived three husbands And it's making it through you
Chorus
Don't cut my shirt Please hear my last request You can start an IV You can shock me in the chest You can drag me from the wreckage You can load me on the cot But if those trauma shears come out We're about to fight a lot Don't cut my shirt
Verse 2
Motorcycle in the ditch Guardrail won the fight His leg is pointed east and west At the very same damn time I said "sir we're gonna need To expose the injury" He grabbed his vintage concert tee And looked directly back at me
Pre-Chorus
My femur might be shattered My collarbone might split But Aerosmith signed this thing You're not cutting it
Chorus 2
Don't cut my shirt Please hear my last request You can start an IV You can shock me in the chest You can drag me from the wreckage You can load me on the cot But if those trauma shears come out We're about to fight a lot Don't cut my shirt
Bridge
House upside down Blood on the floor We barely get inside Before we hear her roar "Do whatever you gotta" "Get me out of this mess" But nobody's touching The shirt upon my chest
Breakdown
I've seen heart attacks I've seen wrecked cars I've seen people launched through windshields And dragged for yards I've seen every kind of tragedy This world can serve And somehow every single time They're wearing their best shirt
Chorus 3
Don't cut my shirt I know this sounds absurd But this old thing's been with me Through every twist and turn If today's the day I'm leaving And my number's finally called Then bury me inside this thing And write it on the wall Don't cut my shirt