C: It's courtney, bi**h
X: Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
C: No thesis existed
For burning cities down
At such a rampant rate
No graphics
And no f*cking powerpoint presentation
So they just did that sh*t
And built their own bombs
She's his suicide blond,
She's number than gold
P: 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
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
X: Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
P: If my love is a weapon
There's no second guessing
When I say
X: Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
P: 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
C: 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
P: 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
X: Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
P: If my love is a weapon
There's no second guessing
When I say
X: Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
P: 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
X: Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
P: It's never
Getting any better than this
X: Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
P: It's never
Getting any better than this
X: Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
P: It's never
Getting any better than this
X: Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
P: It's never
Getting any better than this
C: She's sick and she's wrong
She's young dirty blonde
And you sink inside her
Like a suicide bomb
He says 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
P: 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
X: Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
P: It's never
Getting any better than this
X: Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
P: It's never
Getting any better than this
X: Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
P: It's never
Getting any better than this
X: Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
P: It's never
Getting any better than this
Are you ready?
For another bad poem?