This ain t a scene it s an arms race

Fall out boy

I m an arms dealer fitting you with weapons in the form of words

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 goddamned arms race)

I m not a shoulder to cry on but I digress

I m leading man and the lies I weave are oh so intrivate

oh so intrivate

I m leading man and the lies I weave are oh so intrivate

oh so intrivate

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 paining your trash gold

while you sleep crashing not like hips or hearts no more

like parties

this ain t a scene it s goddamned arms race

this ain t a scene it s goddamned arms race

this ain t a scene it s goddamned arms race

this bandwagon s full please catch another

I m a leading man and the lies I weave are oh so intricate

oh so intricate

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 who s lips couldn t move fast enough

sing until your lungs give out

(this ain t a scene it s goddamned arms race)

I m a leading man and the lies I weave are oh so intricate

oh so intricate

I m a leading man and the lies I weave are oh so intricate

oh so intricate