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