I am an arms dealer
Fitting 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, yeah

This ain't a scene, it's a g______ed arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a g______ed arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a g______ed 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
[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 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 g______ed arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a g______ed arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a g______ed arms race
This bandwagon's full
Please, catch another

I'm 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 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 g______ed arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a g______ed arms race
(Now you)
This ain't a scene, it's a g______ed arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This ain't a scene, it's a g______ed arms race
(Sing out loud)
This ain't a scene, it's a g______ed arms race
(Oh, oh)
This ain't a scene, it's a g______ed arms race

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,
Oh so intricate
[x2]

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