This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race - Live In Tokyo / 2013

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; it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene; it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene; it's a goddamn 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 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; it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene; it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene; it's a goddamn 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

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 goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene; it's a goddamn arms race
(Now you)
This ain't a scene; it's a goddamn arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This ain't a scene; it's a goddamn arms race
(Sing out loud)
This ain't a scene; it's a goddamn arms race
(Oh, oh)
This ain't a scene; it's a goddamn arms race

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh, so intricate
Oh, so intricate