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 sh*t and 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, 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

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, run for your life

Talk less
Mean more
Let´s be electric
Like we were before