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.
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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.
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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.
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