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Fall Out Boy – This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race

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

This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned 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
[x2]

I wrote the gospel on giving up
(You look 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 p-p-p-parties

This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
This bandwagon’s full
Please, catch another

I’m a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,
Oh so intricate
[x2]

Yeahh…
Whoa-ohh

All the boys who the dance floor didn’t love
And all the girls whose lips couldn’t move fast enough
Sing, until your lungs give out

This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
(Now you)
This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
(Sing out loud)
This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
(Oh, oh)
This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race

I’m a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,
Oh so intricate
[x2]


Fall Out Boy – Take Over, The Breaks Over

Baby, seasons change but people don’t.
And I’ll always be waiting in the back room.
I’m boring but overcompensate with
Headlines and flash, flash, flash photography.

But don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.

Wouldn’t you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines.
Widow or a divorcee?
Don’t pretend, d-d-d-don’t pretend.

We don’t fight fair.
We don’t fight fair.

They say your head can be a prison.
Then these are just conjugal visits.
People will dissect us till
This doesn’t mean a thing anymore.

Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.

Wouldn’t you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines.
Widow or a divorcee?
Don’t pretend, d-d-d-don’t pretend.

We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places, woah.
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places
We don’t fight fair.
We don’t fight fair.
We don’t fight fair.
We don’t fight fair.
We don’t fight fair.

We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places, woah.
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places.
We don’t fight fair.
With smiles on our faces.
We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places.
We don’t fight fair.

Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
We don’t fight fair.
Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
We don’t fight fair


Fall Out Boy – Thriller

[Jay Z:]
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen.
We dedicate this album to anybody, people said couldn’t make it.
To the fans that held us down till everybody came around.
Welcome. It’s here.

Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall we were a cover story “now in stores”
Make us poster boys for your scene
But we are not making an acceptance speech
I found the safest place to keep all our old mistakes
Every dot com’s refreshing for a journal update

So long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in 45

So long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in 45

I can take your problems away with a nod and a wave
Of my hand, ’cause that’s just the kind of boy that I am
The only thing I haven’t done yet is die
And it’s me and my plus one at the afterlife
Crowds are won and lost and won again
But our hearts beat for the diehards

So long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in 45

So long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in 45

Long live the car crash hearts
(Long live the car crash hearts)
Long live the car crash hearts
(Long live the car crash hearts)

Long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in 45

Hehe… Woo!

[Jay Z:]
Young F-O-B.
Let’s go