[Am] I am an arms dealer,
Fitting you with [E] weapons in the form of [E] words.
[Am] And don't really care which side wins,
As [E] long as the room keeps singing.
That's just the [E] business I'm in.
[Am] This ain't a scene, it’s a [Am] god damn arms race.
[E] This ain't a scene, it’s a [E] god damn arms race.
[Am] This ain't a scene, it’s a [Am] god damn arms race.
[E] I'm not a shoulder to cry on, [E]
But, I digress.
And the [F] lies I weave are oh-so [C] intricate.
Oh-so [E] intricate, yeah.
Am
[Am] I wrote the gospel on giving [Am] up.
(You look pretty sinking,)
But the [E] real bombshells have already [E] sunk.
(Prima-donnas of the gutter.)
At [Am] night we're painting your trash [Am] gold while you sleep.
Crashing [E] not like hips or cars,
No, more [E] like p-p-p-parties.
[Am] This ain't a scene, it’s a [Am] god damn arms race.
[E] This ain't a scene, it’s a [E] god damn arms race.
[Am] This ain't a scene, it’s a [Am] god damn arms race.
E
Bandwagon's full,
Please, [E] catch another.
Am
I'm a leading man,
And the [F] lies I weave are oh-so [C] intricate.
Oh-so [E] intricate.
Am
I'm a leading man,
And the [F] lies I weave are oh-so [C] intricate.
Oh-so [E] intricate.
F Am E Am F C E E
Am
All the boys who the dance floor [Am] didn't love,
And the girls who's [E] lips couldn't move fast enough;
E
Sing, until your lungs give out.
[Am] This ain't a scene, it’s a [Am] god damn arms race.
[E] This ain't a scene, it’s a [E] god damn arms race.
(Now you.)
[Am] This ain't a scene, it’s a [Am] god damn arms race.
(Wear out the groove.)
[E] This ain't a scene, it’s a [E] god damn arms race.
(Sing out loud.)
[Am] This ain't a scene, it’s a [Am] god damn arms race.
(Oh, oh.)
[E] This ain't a scene, it’s a [E] god damn arms race.
Am
I'm a leading man,
And the [F] lies I weave are oh-so [C] intricate.
Oh-so [E] intricate.
[Am] I'm a leading man,
And the [F] lies I weave are oh-so [C] intricate.
Oh-so [E] l
