This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus 1] This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race I'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digress [Chorus 2] I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate I'm a leading man And the lines I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate [Verse 2] I wrote the gospel on giving up (and looking 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 but more like p-p-p-parties [Chorus 1] Bandwagon's full, please catch another [Chorus 2] [Verse 3] 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 [Bridge] This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race (Now You) This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race (Wear Out The Groove) This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race (Sing Out Loud) This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race (Oh,oh) This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race [Chorus 2]