Am I am an arms dealer, Am
Fitting you with w E eapons in the form of w E ords.
An Am d don't really car Am e which side wins,
As l E ong as the room keeps singing.
That's just the b E usiness I'm in.
Am This ain't a scene, it's a Am god damn arms race.
E This ain't a scene, it's a g E od damn arms race.
Am This ain't a scene, it's a Am god damn arms race.
E I'm not a shoulder to cry on, E
But, I digress.
Am I'm a leading man,
And the l F ies I weave are oh-so intric C ate.
Oh-so intric E ate.
Am I'm a leading man,
And the l F ies I weave are oh-so intric C ate.
Oh-so intric E ate, yeah.
Am
Am I wrote the gospel on giving Am up.
(You look pretty sinking,)
But the r E eal bombshells have already su E nk.
(Prima-donnas of the gutter.)
At n Am ight we're painting your trash gol Am d while you sleep.
Crashing n E ot like hips or cars,
No, more E like p-p-p-parties.
Am This ain't a scene, it's a Am god damn arms race.
E This ain't a scene, it's a g E od damn arms race.
Am This ain't a scene, it's a Am god damn arms race.
E Bandwagon's full,
Please, E catch another.
Am I'm a leading man,
And the l F ies I weave are oh-so intric C ate.
Oh-so intric E ate.
Am I'm a leading man,
And the l F ies I weave are oh-so intric C ate.
Oh-so intric E ate.
F Am E Am F C E E
All the boys who the dance floor Am didn't love,
And the girls who's l E ips couldn't move fast enough;
Si E ng, until your lungs give out.
Am This ain't a scene, it's a Am god damn arms race.
E This ain't a scene, it's a g E od damn arms race.
(Now you.)
Am This ain't a scene, it's a Am god damn arms race.
(Wear out the groove.)
E This ain't a scene, it's a g E od damn arms race.
(Sing out loud.)
Am This ain't a scene, it's a Am god damn arms race.
(Oh, oh.)
E This ain't a scene, it's a g E od damn arms race.
Am I'm a leading man,
And the l F ies I weave are oh-so intric C ate.
Oh-so intric E ate.
Am I'm a leading man,
And the l F ies I weave are oh-so intric C ate.
Oh-so intric E ate.
E Am
Fall Out Boy
