Fall Out Boy This Ain't a Scene, It's An Arms Race

Tom: C (solo) (solo durante os versos) 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, 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 )