I am an arms dealer [bad word] 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, 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 of 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, 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, oh)
This ain't a scene, it's a God [bad word] arms race
(Oh, oh)
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