THIS AIN'T SCENE, IT'S AN ARMS RACE

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

This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race

This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race

This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn 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

ooo,ooo,ooo,oooooo

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 god damn arms race

This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race

This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race

Bandwagon's full

Please, catch another

I'm a leading manAnd the lies I weave are oh-so intricateooo,

ooo,ooo,oooooo

To all the boys on the dance floor gettin' blown,

And the girls who's lips couldn't move fast enough

Sing, until your lungs give out

This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race

This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race

(Now you)

This ain't a Scene, it’s a god damn arms race

(Wear out the groove)

This ain't a Scene, it’s a god damn arms race

(Sing out loud)

This ain't a Scene, it’s a god damn arms race

(Oh, oh)

This ain't a Scene, it's a god damn arms race

I'm a leading man

And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate

ooo,ooo,ooo,oooooo

FALL OUT BOY<3<3<3