Rat A Tat - Fall Out Boy, Courtney Love

Rise and shine cult campers

Let’s put our faith back in mayhem

We are every old broken toy born again and again

As we turn the hype into hope

We silence the noise

We are the splinter under the world’s fingernail

As we turn the diamonds back into coal

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

So they just DIY’d that shit and they built their own bombs

She’s his suicide blond, she’s never been gold

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

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

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

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

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

Are you ready for another bad poem?