I am an arms dealer,
E
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words.
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.
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Am
This ain’t a scene, it’s a god damn arms race.
E
This ain’t a scene, it’s a god damn arms race.
This ain’t a scene, it’s a god damn arms race.
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 Am
Oh-so intricate, 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-parties.
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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.
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