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 I 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, oh so intricate.

I'm a leading man,
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate.

I wrote the gospel of giving up,
(You look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk,
(pre-madonnas of the gutter)
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep,
Crashing not like hips or cars,
No, more like p-p-p-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, oh so intricate,

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate.

All the boys who the dance floor didn't love,
And all the girls whose 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)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.

I'm a leading man,
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate.

I'm a leading man,
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate.