This Aint A Scene

Am                   Am
I am an arms dealer,
                  E                
Fitting you with weapons in the 
      E
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                    
And the lies I weave are oh-so 
       C
intricate.
            E
Oh-so intricate.
Am
I'm a leading man,
         F                    
And the lies I weave are oh-so 
       C
intricate.
            E
Oh-so intricate, yeah.


Am


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Am                           Am
I wrote the gospel on giving up.
- You look pretty sinking, -
         E                         
But the real bombshells have 
    E
already sunk.
- Prima-donnas of the gutter. -
    Am                             
At night we're painting your trash 
   Am
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                    
And the lies I weave are oh-so 
       C
intricate.
            E
Oh-so intricate.
Am
I'm a leading man,
         F                    
And the lies I weave are oh-so 
       C
intricate.
            E
Oh-so intricate.

[Interlude]
F Am E Am F C E E

Am                             
All the boys who the dance floor 
   Am
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                    
And the lies I weave are oh-so 
       C
intricate.
            E
Oh-so intricate.
Am
I'm a leading man,
         F                    
And the lies I weave are oh-so 
       C
intricate.
            E
Oh-so intricate.