I am an arms dealer [bad word] 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 [bad word] arms race
This aint a scene, it’s a god [bad word] arms race
This aint a scene, it’s a god [bad word] 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 [bad word] arms race
This aint a scene, it’s a god [bad word] arms race
This aint a scene, it’s a god [bad word] 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 [bad word] arms race
This aint a scene, it’s a god [bad word] arms race
(Now you)
This aint a Scene, it’s a god [bad word] arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This aint a Scene, it’s a god [bad word] arms race
(Sing out loud)
This aint a Scene, it’s a god [bad word] arms race
(Oh, oh)

Im a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate [x2]