This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race
Am
I
am an arms dealer,
Am
Fitting you with w
E
eapons
in the form of w
E
ords.
An
Am
d
don't really car
Am
e
which side wins,
As l
E
ong
as the room keeps singing.
That's just the b
E
usiness
I'm in.
Am
This
ain't a scene, it’s a
Am
god
damn arms race.
E
This
ain't a scene, it’s a g
E
od
damn arms race.
Am
This
ain't a scene, it’s a
Am
god
damn arms race.
E
I'm
not a shoulder to cry on,
E
But, I digress.
Am
I'm
a leading man,
And the l
F
ies
I weave are oh-so intric
C
ate.
Oh-so intric
E
ate.
Am
I'm
a leading man,
And the l
F
ies
I weave are oh-so intric
C
ate.
Oh-so intric
E
ate,
yeah.
Am
Am
I
wrote the gospel on giving
Am
up.
(You look pretty sinking,)
But the r
E
eal
bombshells have already su
E
nk.
(Prima-donnas of the gutter.)
At n
Am
ight
we're painting your trash gol
Am
d
while you sleep.
Crashing n
E
ot
like hips or cars,
No, more
E
like p-p-p-parties.
Am
This
ain't a scene, it’s a
Am
god
damn arms race.
E
This
ain't a scene, it’s a g
E
od
damn arms race.
Am
This
ain't a scene, it’s a
Am
god
damn arms race.
E
Bandwagon's
full,
Please,
E
catch another.
Am
I'm
a leading man,
And the l
F
ies
I weave are oh-so intric
C
ate.
Oh-so intric
E
ate.
Am
I'm
a leading man,
And the l
F
ies
I weave are oh-so intric
C
ate.
Oh-so intric
E
ate.
F Am E Am F C E E
Am
All the boys who the dance floor
Am
didn't love,
And the girls who's l
E
ips
couldn't move fast enough;
Si
E
ng,
until your lungs give out.
Am
This
ain't a scene, it’s a
Am
god
damn arms race.
E
This
ain't a scene, it’s a g
E
od
damn arms race.
(Now you.)
Am
This
ain't a scene, it’s a
Am
god
damn arms race.
(Wear out the groove.)
E
This
ain't a scene, it’s a g
E
od
damn arms race.
(Sing out loud.)
Am
This
ain't a scene, it’s a
Am
god
damn arms race.
(Oh, oh.)
E
This
ain't a scene, it’s a g
E
od
damn arms race.
Am
I'm
a leading man,
And the l
F
ies
I weave are oh-so intric
C
ate.
Oh-so intric
E
ate.
Am
I'm
a leading man,
And the l
F
ies
I weave are oh-so intric
C
ate.
Oh-so intric
E
ate.
E
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Am
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