Am                   Am
I am an arms dealer, 
                  E                      E
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words. 
  Am                Am
And don't really care which side wins, 
    E
As long as the room keeps singing. 
                 E
That's just the business I'm in. 
 
 
Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
E                           E
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
E                            E
I'm not a shoulder to cry on, 
But, I digress. 
 
 
Am
I'm a leading man,  
         F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
            E
Oh-so intricate.
Am       
I'm a leading man, 
         F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
            E
Oh-so intricate, yeah.
 
 
Am

 
Am                           Am
I wrote the gospel on giving up. 
- You look pretty sinking, -
         E                             E
But the real bombshells have already sunk. 
- Prima-donnas of the gutter. -
    Am                                Am 
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep. 
          E             
Crashing not like hips or cars, 
        E
No, more like p-p-p-parties. 
 
 
Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
E                           E
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
E
Bandwagon's full, 
       E
Please, catch another. 
 
 
Am
I'm a leading man, 
         F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
            E
Oh-so intricate.
Am
I'm a leading man, 
         F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
            E
Oh-so intricate.
 
[Interlude]
F Am E Am F C E E
 
Am                                Am
All the boys who the dance floor didn't love,
                     E
And the girls who's lips couldn't move fast enough; 
  E 
Sing, until your lungs give out. 
 
 
Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
E                           E
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
- Now you. - 
Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
- Wear out the groove. - 
E                           E
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
- Sing out loud. - 
Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
- Oh, oh. - 
E                           E
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
 
Am
I'm a leading man, 
         F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
            E
Oh-so intricate.
Am           
I'm a leading man, 
         F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
            E
Oh-so intricate.