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Fall Out Boy - This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race lyrics
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 goddamned arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned 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 goddamned arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned 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 goddamned arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race (Now you) This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race (Wear out the groove) This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race (Sing out loud) This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race (Oh, oh) This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race I'm a leading man And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, Oh so intricate. [x2] [*Note: CD Cover says "Crashing not like hips or HEARTS," but it sounds like cars in the song] |
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