I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
I 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 goddamned 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
I wrote the gospel on giving you 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 hearts
No, more like parties
This ain't a scene
It's a goddamned arms race
This bandwagon's full
Please catch another
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
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 goddamned arms race"
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