This Aint A Scene Its An Arms Race

Am                   
I am an arms dealer, 
                  E                      
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words. 
  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. 

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Am                         
This ain’t a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
E                           
This ain’t a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
This ain’t a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
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         Am
Oh-so intricate, yeah.

                           
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. 

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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. 

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