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

Fall Out Boy

Tom: C

(solo)

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G|---5---7---9---------|   (2x)
D|---7---9---10--------|
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G|---4---5---7---------|   (2x)
D|---5---7---9---------|
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(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, its a god damn arms race.
E                           E
This ain't a scene, its a god damn arms race.
Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, its 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,
        E
No, more like p-p-p-parties.

Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, its a god damn arms race.
E                           E
This ain't a scene, its a god damn arms race.
Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, its 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, its a god damn arms race.
E                           E
This ain't a scene, its a god damn arms race.
(Now you.)
Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, its a god damn arms race.
(Wear out the groove.)
E                           E
This ain't a scene, its a god damn arms race.
(Sing out loud.)
Am                         Am
This ain't a scene, its a god damn arms race.
(Oh, oh.)
E                           E
This ain't a scene, its 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 )