I am an arms dealer Fitting you with weapons in the form of words And donīt really care which side wins As long as the room keeps singing Thatīs just the business Iīm in, yeah
This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race Iīm not a shoulder to cry on But I digress
Iīm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, 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 weīre painting your trash gold while you sleep Crashing not like hips or cars, No, more like p-p-p-parties
This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race This bandwagonīs full Please, catch another
Iīm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, Oh so intricate [x2]
Yeahh... Whoa-ohh
All the boys who the dance floor didnīt love And all the girls whose lips couldnīt move fast enough Sing, until your lungs give out
This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race (Now you) This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race (Wear out the groove) This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race (Sing out loud) This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race (Oh, oh) This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race
Iīm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, Oh so intricate [x2]
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