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]