Lyric This Ain t A Scene, It s An Arms Race

I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don t really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That s just the business I m in

This ain t a scene, it s a god damn arms race
This ain t a scene, it s a god damn arms race
This ain t a scene, it s a god damn arms race
I m not a shoulder to cry on
But, I digress

I m a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate [x2]

I wrote the gospel on giving up
(You look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk
(Prima-donnas of the gutter)
At night we re painting your trash gold while you sleep
Crashing not like hips or cars,
No, more like parties

This ain t a scene, it s a god damn arms race
This ain t a scene, it s a god damn arms race
This ain t a scene, it s a god damn arms race
Bandwagon s full
Please, catch another

I m a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate [x2]

All the boys who the dance floor didn t love
And the girls who s lips couldn t move fast enough
Sing, until your lungs give out

This ain t a scene, it s a god damn arms race
This ain t a scene, it s a god damn arms race
(Now you)
This ain t a Scene, it s a god damn arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This ain t a Scene, it s a god damn arms race
(Sing out loud)
This ain t a Scene, it s a god damn arms race
(Oh, oh)

I m a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate [x2]