Fall Out Boy, Fall Out Boy - This Ain'T A Scene, It's An Arms Race [single] (2007) by Fall Out Boy (보컬), Fall Out Boy (보컬) on maniadb.com

Fall Out Boy This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race Lyrics
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 god damn arms race
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

I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
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 god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn 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
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 god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
(Now you)
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
(Sing out loud)
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
(Oh, oh)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race

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

(We take sour sips
From life's lush lips
And we shake, shake, shake the hips
In relationships)

Stomp out this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say,
"I know you're only blinding to keep back
What the clouds are hiding."

And we might've started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones at a glass moon

[Chorus}
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning

Whoah-oh...

We keep the beat
With your blistered feet
And we bullet the words
At the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend and dreaming
Of sinking with the melody
Of the cliffs of eternity
Got postcards from my
Former self saying:

"How've you been?"

And we might've said goodbyes
Just a little soon
(Stomp out this disaster town)
Whoa, Robbing lips and
Kissing banks under this moon


[Chorus] [x2]

Ohh…

(It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche!)
(When the pearls in our shells got up to dance!)
(You call me a bad tipper of the cradle!)
(Tired young fawns on hunter's lawns!)
(We're the has-beens of husbands!)
(Sharpening the knives of young wives!)
(Take two years and call me when you're better!)
(Take tears that are mine, find yourself wetter!)

[Chorus]

Woah..ooo!
We're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning