"This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arm's Race" by Fall Out Boy
I am an arms dealer
Fitting youu with weapons in the form of wor-er-ords
And (don't really ca-a-a-are which side wi-i-ins)
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm i-i-i-in.
This ain't a sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, race.
(This ain't a sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, race.)
This ain't a sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, race.
I'm not a shoulder to cry on
But, I digress.
I'm a leading maan
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricaaate(oo, oo, oo, oo, ooo)oh-so intricaaaate, yeah.
I'm a leading maan
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricaaate, (oo, oo, oo, oo, ooo)oh-so intricaaa-he-eh-ye-a-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-p-parties.
This ain't a sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, race.
(This ain't a sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, race.)
This ain't a sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, race.
Bandwagon's full
Pleeease, catch another.
I'm a leading maan
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricaaate, (oo, oo, oo, oo, ooo)oh-so intricaaa-he-eh-ye-a-yeah.
I'm a leading maan
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricaaate, (oo, oo, oo, oo, ooo)oh-so intricaaaaaaaa-heeeeeeh-heeeh-yea, yea, yea, yea, yeah.
Woe-oh-who-woe-oh-oh-oo-oh-oh-oh.
(oo-oo-o-oo-o-ooo)
Whoo!
All the boys who the dance floor didn't love
And the girls who's lips couldn't move fast enough,
Sing, until your lungs give out.
This ain't a sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, race.
This ain't a sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms,(now you!) race.
This ain't a Sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, (Wear out the grooove)race.
This ain't a Sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, race.(Sing out loud!!)
This ain't a Sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, race.
(Oh!)
This ain't a (Oh!)scene, (it's a god damn arms race.)
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricaaate, (oo, oo, oo, oo, ooo)oh-so intricaaaa-heh-yea-a-yea-yeah.
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricaaaate, (oo, oo, oo, oo, ooo)oh-so intricaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaae.
I am an arms dealer
Fitting youu with weapons in the form of wor-er-ords
And (don't really ca-a-a-are which side wi-i-ins)
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm i-i-i-in.
This ain't a sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, race.
(This ain't a sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, race.)
This ain't a sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, race.
I'm not a shoulder to cry on
But, I digress.
I'm a leading maan
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricaaate(oo, oo, oo, oo, ooo)oh-so intricaaaate, yeah.
I'm a leading maan
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricaaate, (oo, oo, oo, oo, ooo)oh-so intricaaa-he-eh-ye-a-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-p-parties.
This ain't a sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, race.
(This ain't a sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, race.)
This ain't a sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, race.
Bandwagon's full
Pleeease, catch another.
I'm a leading maan
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricaaate, (oo, oo, oo, oo, ooo)oh-so intricaaa-he-eh-ye-a-yeah.
I'm a leading maan
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricaaate, (oo, oo, oo, oo, ooo)oh-so intricaaaaaaaa-heeeeeeh-heeeh-yea, yea, yea, yea, yeah.
Woe-oh-who-woe-oh-oh-oo-oh-oh-oh.
(oo-oo-o-oo-o-ooo)
Whoo!
All the boys who the dance floor didn't love
And the girls who's lips couldn't move fast enough,
Sing, until your lungs give out.
This ain't a sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, race.
This ain't a sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms,(now you!) race.
This ain't a Sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, (Wear out the grooove)race.
This ain't a Sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, race.(Sing out loud!!)
This ain't a Sceeene, it’s a god, damn, arms, race.
(Oh!)
This ain't a (Oh!)scene, (it's a god damn arms race.)
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricaaate, (oo, oo, oo, oo, ooo)oh-so intricaaaa-heh-yea-a-yea-yeah.
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricaaaate, (oo, oo, oo, oo, ooo)oh-so intricaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaae.
