Fall Out Boy – Rat A Tat Chords

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Am    x02210
C     x32010
F     133211  or  x3321x
Dm    xx0231
G     320033

[Verse I]
   Am
No thesis existed for burning cities down at such a rampant rate
C                                            Am
 No graphics and no fucking Powerpoint presentation
                                                      C
So they just DIY'd that shit and they built their own bombs
                                           Am  (pause)
She's his suicide blond, she's number than gold
                              Am
Are you ready for another bad poem?

One more off key anthem
                      F
Let your teeth sink in
                              Dm
Remember me as I was not as I am
      Am
And I said "I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead,"
F                                                              Dm
 I kept wishing she had blonde ambition and she'd let it go to my head

F
Rat a tat tat
              G
Rat a tat tat tat hey
Am
 If my love is a weapon

There's no second guessing when I say
F
Rat a tat tat
              G
Rat a tat tat tat hey
Am
 If my heart is a grenade

You pull the pin and say:

[Chorus]
      C
We're all fighting growing old
G
We're all fighting growing old
        Am      F
In the (hopes!) hopes
     C           F
Of a few minutes more
   C                      G
To get get on St. Peter's list
                            Am       F
But you need to lower your standards
           C     F
Cause it's never
                        Am
Getting any better than this

[Verse II]
Am
 We are professional ashes of roses
                 C
This kerosene's live

You settled your score
                                 Am
This is where you come to beg, unborn and unshaven
                               C
Killing fields of fire to a congress of ravens 
                                       Am (pause)
This is what we do, baby, we nightmare you
                                  Am
I'm about to make your sweat roll backwards

And your heart beat in reverse
                    F
Our guts can't be reworked

As alone as a little white church
                                    Dm
In the middle of the desert getting burned
         Am
But I'll take your heart served up two ways
                 F
I sing a bitter song

I'm the lonelier version of you
                                Dm
I just don't know where it went wrong

F
Rat a tat tat
              G
Rat a tat tat tat hey
Am
 If my love is a weapon

There's no second guessing when I say
F
Rat a tat tat
              G
Rat a tat tat tat hey
Am
 If my heart is a grenade

You pull the pin and say:

[Chorus]
      C
We're all fighting growing old
G
We're all fighting growing old
        Am      F
In the (hopes!) hopes
     C           F
Of a few minutes more
   C                      G
To get get on St. Peter's list
                            Am       F
But you need to lower your standards
           C     F
Cause it's never
                        Am
Getting any better than this
Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
It's never              F
Getting any better than this
Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
It's never              Am
Getting any better than this
Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
It's never              F
Getting any better than this
Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
It's never              C
Getting any better than this

C
She's sick and she's wrong

She's young dirty blonde
        G
And you sink inside her like a suicide bomb
         Am
He says "I've seen bigger"
       
She says "I've lit better"
         F
And they throw the matches down into the glitter
C
Not a dry eye left in the house
G
Go boy, go boy, run for your life
Am
Go boy, go boy, run for your life
F
Go boy, go boy, run for your life

(pause)
We're all fighting growing old
We're all fighting growing old
        Am      F
In the (hopes!) hopes
     C           F
Of a few minutes more
   C                      G
To get get on St. Peter's list
                            Am       F
But you need to lower your standards
           C     F
Cause it's never
                        Am
Getting any better than this
Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
It's never              F
Getting any better than this

Are you ready for another bad poem?


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