Rat A Tat

Capo 3 [Courtney Love Intro] 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 built their own bombs She’s his suicide blond she’s number than gold [Verse 1] 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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: [Chorus] We’re all fighting growing old We’re all fighting growing old In the hopes Of a few minutes more To get on St. Peter’s list But you need to lower your standards Cause it’s never Getting any better than this [Courtney Love’s Part] 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 we nightmare you [Verse 2] 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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: [Chorus] We’re all fighting growing old We’re all fighting growing old In the hopes Of a few minutes more To get on St. Peter’s list But you need to lower your standards Cause it’s never Getting any better than this [Interlude] x2 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 [Courtney Love Bridge] (* =hold) 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 [Chorus] N.C. We’re all fighting growing old N.C. We’re all fighting growing old In the hopes Of a few minutes more To get on St. Peter’s list But you need to lower your standards Cause it’s never Getting any better than this [Interlude] x2 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?