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 number than 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
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 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
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 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 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
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
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 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