[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 built their own bombs She's his suicide blond, she's number than 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 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, 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 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, 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.[x4] [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.[x4] Are you ready for another bad poem?
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