This Ain't A Scene It's An Arm's Race аккордыFall Out Boy

Аккорды с текстом песни This Ain't A Scene It's An Arm's Race - Fall Out Boy

Am                   
I am an arms dealer, 
                  E                      
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words. 
  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. 

Припев:
Am                         
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race. 
E                           
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. 
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         Am
Oh-so intricate, yeah.

Am                           
I wrote the gospel on giving up. (You look pretty sinking,)
         F                           C
But the real bombshells have already sunk. 
                  E
(Prima-donnas of the gutter.)
Am
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep.                       
         F                C
Crashing not like hips or cars, 
                 E
No, more like p-p-p-parties. 

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

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. 

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