Fall Out Boy - Rat a Tat: chords

Cm
No thesis existed for burning cities down at such a rampant rate
D#
No graphics and no fucking powerpoint presentation
Cm
So they just DIY'd that shit and built their own bombs
D#
She's his suicide blond, she's number than gold

Cm
Are you ready for another bad poem?
Cm
One more off key anthem
Cm                  Gm
Let your teeth sink in
  G#             Gm           Fm
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

G#
Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
Cm
If my love is a weapon
There's no second guessing when I say
G#
Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey

If my heart is a grenade
You pull the pin and say:

Chorus:
D#
We're all fighting growing old
A#
We're all fighting growing old
       Cm   G#
In the hopes
     Cm          G#
Of a few minutes more
   D#
To get on St. Peter's list
A#                           Cm    G#
But you need to lower your standards
            Cm
Cause it's never
G#
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
'Cause it's never getting any better than this
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

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
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
Talk less, mean more
Go boy, go boy, run for your life
Let's be electric, like we were before
Go boy, go boy, run for your life
Talk less, mean more
Go boy, go boy, run for your life

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
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?