This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race

I am an arms dealer,
feeding 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, its a god damn arms race,
This ain't a scene, its a god damn arms race,
This ain't a scene, its a god damn arms race,
I'm not a shoulder to cry on,
but I digress.

I'm the leading man,
and the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate.
I'm the leading man,
and the lies I weave are oh so inticate, oh so intricate.

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 p-p-p-parties.

This ain't a scene, its a god damn arms race,
This ain't a scene, its a god damn arms race,
This ain't a scene, its 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 aint a scene, its a god damn arms race,
This aint a scene, its a god damn arms race,
This aint a scene, its a god damn arms race,
This aint a scene, its a god damn arms race,
This aint a scene, its a god damn arms race,
This aint a scene, its 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)