November 28, 2006

this aint a scene, its an arms race

This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race lyrics

This Aint a Scene, It's an Arms Race Lyrics:
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words.
(Don't really care wish I was)
As long as the room keeps singing
That just the business (bidness) I'm in

This aint a scene, its a goddamn arms race
This aint a scene, its a goddamn arms race
This aint a scene, its a goddamn 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 singing)
Fueled by my shells have already sung
(through the goodness of the gutter?)
And I'll be painting your trash gold while you sleep
Crashing out like hips and cars
No, more like p-p-p-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

Bandwagons 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)

whoahohhohhhhhohhhh
All the boys the dance floor didn't love
And all the girls whose lips didnt 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
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
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn 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)

Posted on 11/28/2006 10:10 AM Comments (2)

November 15, 2006

FALL OUT BOY- carpel tunnel of LoVE

We take sour sips From life's lush lips
We shake shake shake the hips In relationships
Stop by this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun & say "i know"
You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding
And we might have started singing just a little soon
We're throwing the stones in a glass room.

Whoa ah oh it's a miserable story
Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming

We keep the beat,
With your blistered feet
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds, singing
Slept through the weekend
And dreaming
Sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity
got postcards from my former self saying "how've you been?"
We might of said good byes just a little soon
(Somehow this disaster town)
Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room

Whoa ah oh it's a miserable story
Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming
Whoa ah oh it's a miserable story
Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming

It was icecream headaches and sweet avalanche when the pearls in our shells came out to dance.
This is what you get for abusing sweet love.
Take off your clothes, its just right (?!)
Whatever happens I'm okay,
From beneath the knives, don't cut one.
Think you could find time call me when you get home?
Take your self apart find yourself with love.

Whoa ah oh it's a miserable story
Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming
Whoa ah oh it's a miserable story
Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming


Posted on 11/15/2006 9:50 AM Comments (2)
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