[Courtney Love:]
It's Courtney, bitch
Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
[Courtney Love:]
No thesis existed for burning cities down at such a rampant rate
No graphics and no fucking PowerPoint presentation
So they just DIY'd that shit and they built their own bombs
She's his suicide blond, she's never been gold
[Patrick Stump:]
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
My love is a weapon
There's no second guessing when I say
Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
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 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
[Courtney Love:]
We are professional ashes of roses
This kerosene's live
You settled your score
This is where you come to beg, unborn and unshaven
Killing fields of fire to a congress of ravens
This is what we do, baby, we nightmare you
[Patrick Stump:]
I'm about to make your 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
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 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
[4x]
[Courtney Love:]
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
Go boy, go boy, run for your life
Go boy, go boy, run for your life
Go boy, go boy, run for your life
[Patrick Stump:]
We're all fighting growing old
We're all fighting growing old
In the 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
[4x]
Are you ready for another bad poem?
