Fall Out Boy - This Ain't a Scene

[The 18th Letter]

Fall Out Boy is totally........Anus

[Luke]

the punk/emo genre is by far my favorite genre of music...and i have to say

FUCK FALL OUT BOY

[GangstaBoogy]

You guys are just jealous cuz I've been chatting with hot babes all morning

[The 18th Letter]

You guys are just jealous cuz I've been chatting with hot babes all morning

Girls only want guys with skills! You know, like nunchuck skills, bowhunting skills, computer hacking skills... Girls only want boyfriends who have great skills.

[Luke]

its people like you who made napoleon dynamite the movie it is today....a fuckin shitty peice of shitty ass shit

[K.Dub]

This is the shit.lol

Misheard lyrics
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch/v/LucfKdukf10" target="_blank" class="new_win">http://www.youtube.com/watch/v/LucfKdukf10</a>


Now check out the real lyrics.

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.

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.
I'm a leading man,
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
Oh-so intricate, yeah.

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 hearts,
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.
Bandwagon's 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.

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh.

All the boys who the dance floor didn't love,
And the girls who's 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.
I'm a leading man,
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
Oh-so intricate.

[Elevz]

^^ LMAO props, that had me laughing my ass off.

I'm a little man, and I'm also evil, also into cats

[Shallow]

Awwww, I feel sorry for Baby G, there's not one person to cosign his post.

And neither will I

I'll give him a co-sign.


I'm not an emo guy, or a Fallout Boy guy, but I've enjoyed their singles. I'll take "Sugar, We're Going Down", "Dance Dance" and this song over any single ever released by 50 Cent, G Unit, or Dip Set. Maybe not over Kweli, Mos, or Jay Z (circa Blueprint) but Fall Out Boy is just goofy pop music, like 50 Cent is. They may be pretentious but I don't take tem seriously enough to even really listen to the lyrics. I just like the catchy tunes they sometimes put out. Are they The White Stripes? Obviously not, and they aren't ever going to evolve music in any way, but at least they're having fun.

[Elevz]

^^ Good point, I liked that.

[GangstaBoogy]

This is the shit.lol

Misheard lyrics
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch/v/LucfKdukf10" target="_blank" class="new_win">http://www.youtube.com/watch/v/LucfKdukf10</a>


Now check out the real lyrics.

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.

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.
I'm a leading man,
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
Oh-so intricate, yeah.

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 hearts,
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.
Bandwagon's 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.

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh.

All the boys who the dance floor didn't love,
And the girls who's 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.
I'm a leading man,
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
Oh-so intricate.

LMAO!