Fall Out Boy, Courtney Love - Rat a Tat lyrics

It's Courtney, bitch
Rat-a tat tat, rat-a tat tat tat, hey!
No thesis existed for burning cities down
At such a rampant rate no graphics and no
Fucking PowerPoint presentation
Rat-a tat tat, rat-a tat tat tat, hey!
So they just DIY'd that shit and
They built their own bombs
She's his suicide blonde
She's number than gold
Rat-a tat tat, rat-a tat tat tat, hey!

Are you ready for another bad poem?
One more off key anthem
Let your teeth sink in
Remember me as I was, not as I am
And I said, "I'll check in tomorrow
If I don't wake up dead"
I kept wishing she had blonde ambition
And she'd let it go to my head



Rat-a tat tat, rat-a tat tat tat, hey!
If my love is a weapon
There's no second guessing when I say
Rat-a tat tat, rat-a tat tat tat, hey!
If my heart is a grenade
You pull the pin and say

We're all fighting, growing old
We're all fighting, growing old
In the (Hope) hopes of a few minutes more
To get-get on St peter's list
But you need to lower your standards
'Cause it's never getting any
Better than this

We are professional ashes of roses
This kerosene's live
Rat-a tat tat, rat-a tat tat tat, hey!
You settled your score
This is where you come to beg
'Cause it's never getting any
Better than this unborn and unshaven
Killing fields of fire to
A congress of ravens
Rat-a tat tat, rat-a tat tat tat, hey!
This is what we do, baby, we nightmare you

I'm about to make the sweat roll backwards
And your heart beat in reverse
Our guts can't be reworked
As alone as a little white church in
The middle of the desert getting burned
But I'll take your heart served up two ways
I sing a bitter song
I'm the lonelier version of you
I just don't know where it went wrong

Rat-a tat tat, rat-a tat tat tat, hey!
If my love is a weapon
There's no second guessing when I say
Rat-a tat tat, rat-a tat tat tat, hey!
If my heart is a grenade
You pull the pin and say

We're all fighting, growing old
We're all fighting, growing old
In the (Hope) hopes of a few minutes more
To get-get on St peter's list
But you need to lower your standards
'Cause it's never getting any
Better than this

Rat-a tat tat, rat-a tat tat tat, hey
It's never getting any better than this
Rat-a tat tat, rat-a tat tat tat, hey
It's never getting any better than this
Rat-a tat tat, rat-a tat tat tat, hey
It's never getting any better than this
Rat-a tat tat, rat-a tat tat tat, hey
It's never getting any better than this

She's sick and she's wrong
She's young dirty blonde
And you sink inside her like a suicide bomb
He says, "I've seen bigger, " she says
"I've lit better" and they throw the matches
Down into the glitter
Not a dry eye left in the house
Talk less, mean more
Go boy, go boy, run for your life
Let's be electric, like we were before
Go boy, go boy, run for your life
Talk less, mean more
Go boy, go boy, run for your life

We're all fighting, growing old
We're all fighting, growing old
In the (hope) hopes of a few minutes more
To get-get on St peter's list
But you need to lower your standards
'Cause it's never getting any
Better than this

Rat-a tat tat, rat-a tat tat tat, hey
It's never getting any better than this
Rat-a tat tat, rat-a tat tat tat, hey
It's never getting any better than this
Rat-a tat tat, rat-a tat tat tat, hey
It's never getting any better than this
Rat-a tat tat, rat-a tat tat tat, hey
It's never getting any better than this

Are you ready for another bad poem?