[Introduction: Courtney Love]
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It's Courtney, bitch.
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No thesis existed for burning cities down at such a rampant rate
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No graphics and no fucking powerpoint presentation
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So they just DIY'd that shit and built their own bombs
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She's his suicide blond, she's number than gold
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[Verse 1: Patrick Stump]
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Are you ready for another bad poem?
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One more off key anthem
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Let your teeth sink in
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Remember me as I was not as I am
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And I said “I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead,”
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I kept wishing she had blonde ambition and she'd let it go to my head
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[Bridge]
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Rat a tat tat
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Rat a tat tat tat hey
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If my love is a weapon
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There's no second guessing when I say
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Rat a tat tat
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Rat a tat tat tat hey
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If my heart is a grenade
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You pull the pin and say:
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[Chorus]
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We're all fighting growing old
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We're all fighting growing old
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In the hopes
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Of a few minutes more
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To get on St. Peter's list
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But you need to lower your standards
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Cause it's never
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Getting any better than this
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[Courtney Love]
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We are professional ashes of roses
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This kerosene's live
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You settled your score
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This is where you come to beg, unborn and unshaven
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Killing fields of fire to a congress of ravens
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This is what we do, we nightmare you
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[Verse 2: Patrick Stump]
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I'm about to make the sweat roll backwards
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And your heart beat in reverse
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Our guts can't be reworked
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As alone as a little white church in the middle of the desert
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Getting burned
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But I'll take your heart served up two ways
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I sing a bitter song
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I'm the lonelier version of you
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I just don't know where it went wrong
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[Bridge]
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Courtney Love]
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She's sick and she's wrong
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She's young dirty blonde
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And you sink inside her like a suicide bomb
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He says “I've seen bigger”
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She says “I've lit better”
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And they throw the matches down into the glitter
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Not a dry eye left in the house
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Go boy, go boy, run for your life – x3
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[Chorus]
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Better Than This (Rat a Tat)
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