This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race (Live From The Hammersmith Palais, London)

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

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.

[Chorus:]
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are, oh so intricate
Oh so intricate. [x2]

2. 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
This bandwagon's full
Please, catch another.

[Bridge:]
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.