I am an arms dealer Fitting you with weapons in the form of words And dont really care which side wins As long as the room keeps singing Thats just the business Im in
This aint a scene, it’s a god damn arms race This aint a scene, it’s a god damn arms race This aint a scene, it’s a god damn arms race Im not a shoulder to cry on But, I digress
Im 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 were painting your trash gold while you sleep Crashing not like hips or cars, No, more like parties
This aint a scene, it’s a god damn arms race This aint a scene, it’s a god damn arms race This aint a scene, it’s a god damn arms race Bandwagons full Please, catch another
Im a leading man And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate [x2]
All the boys who the dance floor didnt love And the girls whos lips couldnt move fast enough Sing, until your lungs give out
This aint a scene, it’s a god damn arms race This aint a scene, it’s a god damn arms race (Now you) This aint a Scene, it’s a god damn arms race (Wear out the groove) This aint a Scene, it’s a god damn arms race (Sing out loud) This aint a Scene, it’s a god damn arms race (Oh, oh)
Im a leading man And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate [x2]