Fall Out Boy - This aint a scene its an arms race

^AmI am an arms dealer, ^Am Fitting you with w^Eeapons in the form of w^Eords. An^Amd don't really car^Ame which side wins, As l^Eong as the room keeps singing. That's just the b^Eusiness I'm in.

^AmThis ain't a scene, it’s ^Ama god damn arms race. ^EThis ain't a scene, it’s a^E god damn arms race. ^AmThis ain't a scene, it’s ^Ama god damn arms race. ^EI'm not a shoulder to cry on,^E But, I digress.

^AmI'm a leading man, And the l^Fies I weave are oh-so intric^Cate. Oh-so intric^Eate. ^AmI'm a leading man, And the l^Fies I weave are oh-so intric^Cate. Oh-so intric^Eate, yeah.

^AmI wrote the gospel on giving ^Amup. (You look pretty sinking,) But the r^Eeal bombshells have already su^Enk. (Prima-donnas of the gutter.) At n^Amight we're painting your trash gol^Amd while you sleep. Crashing n^Eot like hips or cars, No, more^E like p-p-p-parties.

^AmThis ain't a scene, it’s ^Ama god damn arms race. ^EThis ain't a scene, it’s a^E god damn arms race. ^AmThis ain't a scene, it’s ^Ama god damn arms race. ^EBandwagon's full, Please,^E catch another.

^AmI'm a leading man, And the l^Fies I weave are oh-so intric^Cate. Oh-so intric^Eate. ^AmI'm a leading man, And the l^Fies I weave are oh-so intric^Cate. Oh-so intric^Eate.

All the boys who the dance floor^Am didn't love, And the girls who's l^Eips couldn't move fast enough; Si^Eng, until your lungs give out.

^AmThis ain't a scene, it’s ^Ama god damn arms race. ^EThis ain't a scene, it’s a^E god damn arms race. (Now you.) ^AmThis ain't a scene, it’s ^Ama god damn arms race. (Wear out the groove.) ^EThis ain't a scene, it’s a^E god damn arms race. (Sing out loud.) ^AmThis ain't a scene, it’s ^Ama god damn arms race. (Oh, oh.) ^EThis ain't a scene, it’s a^E god damn arms race.

^AmI'm a leading man, And the l^Fies I weave are oh-so intric^Cate. Oh-so intric^Eate. ^AmI'm a leading man, And the l^Fies I weave are oh-so intric^Cate. Oh-so intric^Eate.