This Ain’t a Scene, It’s an Arms Race Songtext
von Fall Out Boy

I chime in with a
Haven′t you people ever heard of,
Closing the god damn door?
It's much better to face these kind of things,
With a sense of poision rationality.
(Duction)
I am an arms dealer.
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words,
And 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, Its a God damn arms race,
This ain′t a scene, its a God damn arms race,
This ain't a scene, its 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.
I′m a leading man,
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate.
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-parties.
This ain′t a scene, its a god damn arms race,
This ain't a scene, its a god damn arms race,
This ain't a scene, its 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.
I'm a leading man,
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, 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, its a God damn arms race.
This ain't a scene, its a god damn arms race.
(Now you)
This ain′t a scene, its a God damn arms race.
(Wear out the groove)
This ain't a scene, its a god damn arms race.
(Sing out loud)
This ain't a scene, its a god damn arms race.
(Oh, oh)
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.
I′m a leading man,
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate.