Lyrics:

[Introduction: 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 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 (hope) 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

[Refrain: 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, 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 (hope) 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)

[Bridge: 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 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

[Chorus 2]
We're all fighting growing old
We're all fighting growing old
In the (hope) 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

[Outro]
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?