I am an arms dealer.Fitting you with weapons in the form of wordsAnd don't really care, which side winsAs long as the room keeps singingThat's just the business I'm inThis ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms raceThis ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms raceThis ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms raceI'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digressI'm a leading manAnd the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricateI'm a leading manAnd the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricateI wrote the gospel of giving up(You look pretty sinking)But the real bombshells have already sunk(Pre-Madonnas of the gutter)At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleepCrashing not like hips or carsNo, more like p-p-p-partiesThis ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms raceThis ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms raceThis ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
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I am an arms dealer.Fitting you with weapons in the form of wordsAnd don't really care, which side winsAs long as the room keeps singingThat's just the business I'm inThis ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms raceThis ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms raceThis ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms raceI'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digressI'm a leading manAnd the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricateI'm a leading manAnd the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricateI wrote the gospel of giving up(You look pretty sinking)But the real bombshells have already sunk(Pre-Madonnas of the gutter)At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleepCrashing not like hips or carsNo, more like p-p-p-partiesThis ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms raceThis ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms raceThis ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race