I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And donīt really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
Thatīs just the business Iīm in, yeah
This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race
This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race
This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race
Iīm not a shoulder to cry on
But I digress
Iīm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,
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 weīre painting your trash gold while you sleep
Crashing not like hips or cars,
No, more like p-p-p-parties
This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race
This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race
This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race
This bandwagonīs full
Please, catch another
Iīm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,
Oh so intricate
[x2]
Yeahh...
Whoa-ohh
All the boys who the dance floor didnīt love
And all the girls whose lips couldnīt move fast enough
Sing, until your lungs give out
This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race
This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race
(Now you)
This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race
(Sing out loud)
This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race
(Oh, oh)
This ainīt a scene, itīs a goddamned arms race
Iīm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,
Oh so intricate
[x2]