Am                   Am 
I am an arms dealer,  
                  E                      E 
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words.  
  Am                Am 
And don't really care which side wins,  
    E 
As long as the room keeps singing.  
                 E 
That's just the business I'm in.  

Am                         Am 
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.  
E                           E 
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.  
Am                         Am 
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.  
E                            E 
I'm not a shoulder to cry on,  
But, I digress.  

Am 
I'm a leading man,   
         F                           C 
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate. 
            E 
Oh-so intricate. 
Am        
I'm a leading man,  
         F                           C 
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate. 
            E 
Oh-so intricate, yeah. 

Am 

Am                           Am 
I wrote the gospel on giving up.  
(You look pretty sinking,) 
         E                             E 
But the real bombshells have already sunk.  
(Prima-donnas of the gutter.) 
    Am                                Am  
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep.  
          E              
Crashing not like hips or cars,  
        E 
No, more like p-p-p-parties.  

Am                         Am 
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.  
E                           E 
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.  
Am                         Am 
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.  
E 
Bandwagon's full,  
       E 
Please, catch another.  

Am 
I'm a leading man,  
         F                           C 
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate. 
            E 
Oh-so intricate. 
Am 
I'm a leading man,  
         F                           C 
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate. 
            E 
Oh-so intricate. 

F Am E Am F C E E 

Am 
                                Am 
All the boys who the dance floor didn't love, 
                     E 
And the girls who's lips couldn't move fast enough;  
  E  
Sing, until your lungs give out.  

Am                         Am 
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.  
E                           E 
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.  
(Now you.)  
Am                         Am 
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.  
(Wear out the groove.)  
E                           E 
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.  
(Sing out loud.)  
Am                         Am 
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.  
(Oh, oh.)  
E                           E 
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.  

Am 
I'm a leading man,  
         F                           C 
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate. 
            E 
Oh-so intricate. 
Am            
I'm a leading man,  
         F                           C 
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate. 
            E 
Oh-so intricate. 

E Am