This Ain't a Scene, It's An Arms Race

Am                   Am
I am an arms dealer,
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Fitting you with weapons in the 
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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

Am                           Am
I wrote the gospel on giving up.
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(You look pretty sinking,)
         E                         
But the real bombshells have 
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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.

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;
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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.

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