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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 My hip might be broken My shoulder might be too But that blouse survived three husbands And it's making it through you 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 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 My femur might be shattered My collarbone might split But Aerosmith signed this thing You're not cutting it 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 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 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 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

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