I am an arms dealer Fitting you with weapons in the form of words And I 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 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 I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh, so intricate Oh, so intricate 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 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 Bandwagon's full, please catch another I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh, so intricate Oh, so intricate 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 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 I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh, so intricate Oh, so intricate