This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race (radio edit) - Fall Out Boy

I am an arms dealer

Fitting you with weapons in the form of words

And I don't really care which side wins

As long as the room keeps singing

That's just the business I'm in

This ain't a scene; it's a goddamn arms race

This ain't a scene; it's a goddamn arms race

This ain't a scene; it's a goddamn 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

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 goddamn arms race

This ain't a scene; it's a goddamn arms race

This ain't a scene; it's a goddamn arms race

Bandwagon's full, please catch another

I'm a leading man

And the lies I weave are oh, so intricate

Oh, so intricate

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 goddamn arms race

This ain't a scene; it's a goddamn arms race

(Now you)

This ain't a scene; it's a goddamn arms race

(Wear out the groove)

This ain't a scene; it's a goddamn arms race

(Sing out loud)

This ain't a scene; it's a goddamn arms race

(Oh, oh)

This ain't a scene; it's a goddamn arms race

I'm a leading man

And the lies I weave are oh, so intricate

Oh, so intricate