Rat A Tat (Album Version)
Fall Out Boy« Rat A Tat (Album Version) » est une chanson de Fall Out Boy, 2013, Pop. La chanson dure 3:57, 122 lines / 629 words.
Paroles
0:01It's Courtney bitch
0:03Rat a tat tat
0:04Rat a tat tat tat hey
0:05No thesis existed for burning cities down
0:08At such a rampant rate
0:09No graphics and no f**king
0:10Powerpoint presentation
0:12So they just DIY'd that shit
0:13And they built their own bombs
0:15She's his suicide blond
0:16She's number than gold
0:17Are you ready for another bad poem
0:21One more off key anthem
0:23Let your teeth sink in
0:26Remember me as I was not as I am
0:30And I said "I'll check in tomorrow
0:35If I don't wake up dead "
0:37I kept wishing she had blonde ambition
0:39And she'd let it go to my head
0:42Rat a tat tat
0:43Rat a tat tat tat hey
0:45If my love is a weapon
0:46There's no second guessing when I say
0:48Rat a tat tat
0:49Rat a tat tat tat hey
0:51If my heart is a grenade
0:52You pull the pin and say:
0:53We're all fighting growing old
0:56We're all fighting growing old
0:59In the hopes
1:02Of a few minutes more
1:04To get on St Peter's list
1:08But you need to lower your standards
1:13Cause it's never
1:15Getting any better than this
1:16We are professional ashes of roses
1:18This kerosene's live
1:19You settled your score
1:20This is where you come to beg
1:22Unborn and unshaven
1:23Killing fields of fire to a congress of ravens
1:25This is what we do baby
1:26We nightmare you
1:28I'm about to make
1:28The sweat roll backwards
1:31And your heart beat in reverse
1:34Our guts can't be reworked
1:36As alone as a little white church
1:39In the middle of the desert getting burned
1:41But I'll take your heart
1:43Served up two ways
1:45I sing a bitter song
1:47I'm the lonelier version of you
1:50I just don't know where it went wrong
1:53Rat a tat tat
1:54Rat a tat tat tat hey
1:56If my love is a weapon
1:57There's no second guessing when I say
1:59Rat a tat tat
2:00Rat a tat tat tat hey
2:01If my heart is a grenade
2:02You pull the pin and say:
2:04We're all fighting growing old
2:07We're all fighting growing old
2:09In the hopes
2:12Of a few minutes more
2:15To get on St Peter's list
2:19But you need to lower your standards
2:23Cause it's never
2:25Getting any better than this
2:27Rat a tat tat
2:28Rat a tat tat tat hey
2:30It's never
2:31Getting any better than this
2:33Rat a tat tat
2:33Rat a tat tat tat hey
2:36It's never
2:36Getting any better than this
2:38Rat a tat tat
2:39Rat a tat tat tat hey
2:41It's never
2:42Getting any better than this
2:44Rat a tat tat
2:45Rat a tat tat tat hey
2:47It's never
2:48Getting any better than this
2:49She's sick and she's wrong
2:50She's young dirty blonde
2:52And you sink inside her
2:53Like a suicide bomb
2:54He says "I've seen bigger"
2:56She says "I've lit better"
2:58And they throw the matches down into the glitter
3:01Not a dry eye left in the house
3:03Go boy go boy run for your life
3:06Go boy go boy run for your life
3:09Go boy go boy run for your life
3:12We're all fighting growing old
3:14We're all fighting growing old
3:17In the hopes
3:20Of a few minutes more
3:23To get on St Peter's list
3:27But you need to lower your standards
3:31Cause it's never
3:33Getting any better than this
3:35Rat a tat tat
3:36Rat a tat tat tat hey
3:38It's never
3:39Getting any better than this
3:40Rat a tat tat
3:41Rat a tat tat tat hey
3:43It's never
3:44Getting any better than this
3:46Rat a tat tat
3:47Rat a tat tat tat hey
3:49It's never
3:50Getting any better than this
3:51Rat a tat tat
3:52Rat a tat tat tat hey
3:55It's never
3:55Getting any better than this
3:57Are you ready for another bad poem
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 f**king 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
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