Jonathan Coulton - Red shirt

^AYou hold up one^D hand Everyone^F#m waits Until we can^E move again ^AThe burden of co^Dmmand Stands you up^F#m straight Something to^G prove again Blood in your^D eyes Screams on the^Bm radio They say, &quo^At;Get out of the^Dre!" We aren't^Bm finished yet You tell them to^E grow a pair ^D

^AThey said this air would be^E breathable ^F#mGet in, get out again, and^D no one gets hurt ^ASomething is pulling me^E up the hill I look^D down in my red shirt I look^Bm down in my red^A shirt

^AThis familiar^D place Sun in my^F#m eyes Right where I'm^E supposed to be ^AI can read your^D face I'm not^F#m surprised You move in^G close to me Then you^D decide Now I'm^Bm remembering I've seen this^A one before ^D I can't stop^Bm watching it So what am I^E running for? ^D

^AThey said this air would be^E breathable ^F#mGet in, get out again, and^D no one gets hurt ^AYou nod to me and point^E up the hill I look^D down in my red shirt I look^Bm down in my red^F#m shirt ^{E D} At my red^F#m shirt ^{E D}

^AI don't hear the^D sound Everything^F#m slows All of it^E falls away ^AThey don't turn a^Dround Everyone^F#m knows It won't be^G them today Instead it was^D me Go down dra^Bmmatically Stretching it^A out a bit ^D Still no one^Bm notices When they write me^E out of it ^D

^AThey said this air would be^E breathable ^F#mI see the naked sky and^D I taste the dirt ^ADark at the edges and^E closing in I look^D down in my red shirt I look^Bm down in my red^A shirt