🎶 The Bomf

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