Fall Out Boy - This Ain’t a Scene, It’s An Arms Race: chords

Am
I am an arms dealer,
                  E7
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words.
    Am
And don't really care which side wins,
    E7
As long as the room keeps singing.
That's just the business I'm in.

Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race.
E7
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race.
Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race.
E7
I'm not a shoulder to cry on,
But, I digress.

Chorus:
Am
I'm a leading man,
         F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
            E/G#
Oh-so intricate.
Am
I'm a leading man,
         F                           C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
            E/G#
Oh-so intricate, yeah.

I wrote the gospel on giving up
(You're looking 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 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
Bandwagon's full, please catch another

Chorus

                                 Am
All the boys who the dance floor didn't love,
                     E7
And the girls who's 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!

Chorus