I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
Don't matter care which side will win
Keep your bandwagon full, don't get absurd
A leading man and the lies he weaves
Are intricating so far
As long as the room keeps signing
That's just the business I'm in, I'd remarked

We'll paint your trash gold
While you sleep, you're still old
At night, this war's still cold

We'll paint your trash gold
While you sleep, you're still old
At night, this war's still cold

The arms race, it just ain't a scene, don't care if you're gone too far
The arms race is in charge of crashing parties, not hips or cars
I'm not a shoulder to be cried on, but I just really digress
Every little thing the arms race does leaves you answered with a lucky guess

I wrote the gospel of giving up
But the real bombshells have already sunk
The primadonnas are on the gutter
You look pretty sinking, ain't it numb?

We'll paint your trash gold
While you sleep, you're still old
At night, this war's still cold

The arms race, it just ain't a scene, don't care if you're gone too far
The arms race is in charge of crashing parties, not hips or cars
I'm not a shoulder to be cried on, but I just really digress
Every little thing the arms race does leaves you answered with a lucky guess

Just sing till your lungs give out
The race will get real loud
Let's wage a war right now

The arms race, it just ain't a scene, don't care if you're gone too far
The arms race is in charge of crashing parties, not hips or cars
I'm not a shoulder to be cried on, but I just really digress
Every little thing the arms race does leaves you answered with a lucky guess

The arms race, what a game, you'd better leave an awful scar
The arms race is in charge of crashing parties, not hips or cars
I'm not a shoulder to be cried on, but I just really digress
Every little thing the arms race does leaves you answered with a lucky guess