Rat A Tat (feat. Courtney Love)

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 number than gold

Are you ready for another bad poem?

One more off key anthem?

And 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 (ho) 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 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 (ho) 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

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," he says "I've lived 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 (ho) 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

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?