Writer(s): Andy Hurley, Joe Trohman, Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons
In the form of words
And 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 god damn arms race
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
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
Oh so intricate,
yeah I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
Oh so intricate,
yeah I wrote the gospel On giving up
But the real bombshells
Have already sunk
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 god damn arms race
This ain't a scene
It's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene
It's a god damn 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,
yeah I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
Oh so intricate,
yeah
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 god damn arms race
This ain't a scene
It's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene
It's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene
It's a god damn arms race
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 a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
Oh so intricate,
yeah I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
Oh so intricate....
