an arms dealer
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] arms race
This ain’t a scene, it’s a god [bad word] arms race
This ain’t a scene, it’s a god [bad word] 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 on giving up
(You look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk
(Primadonnas 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 [bad word] arms race
This ain’t a scene, it’s a god [bad word] arms race
This ain’t a scene, it’s a god [bad word] 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 [bad word] arms race
This ain’t a scene, it’s a god [bad word] arms race
(Now you)
This ain’t a scene, it’s a god [bad word] arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This ain’t a scene, it’s a god [bad word] arms race
(Sing out loud)
This ain’t a scene, it’s a god [bad word] arms race
This ain’t a scene, it’s a god [bad word] 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