Say Anything - Admit It!!! lyrics

Admit it!

Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance
And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing about art or sex
That you couldn’t read in any trendy
New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical non-conformist
You are a vacuous soldier of
The thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by an
Unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs
Down to incoming and
Outgoing trends and styles of music and art
Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern
You’re diving face forward into
A antiquated past
It’s disgusting, it's offensive
Don’t stick your nose up at me

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah

You spend your time sitting in
Circles with your friends
Pontificating to each other
Forever competing for that one
Moment of self-aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire
Shallow pointless conversation
Oh, we’re not worthy
When you walk by a group
Of quote-unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on
The back as you scoff
It's the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who
Made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to
The competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your
Waking life bitching about

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah and I say yeah
What do you have to say for yourself?
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah

Cause, I’m proud of my life and
The things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar

Well let me tell you this
I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror
Making my hair elegantly disheveled
I worry about how this album will sell
Because I believe it will
Determine the amount of
Sex I will have in the future
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol
To treat my extreme social anxiety

You are a faker (admit it)
You are a fraud (admit it)
Yeah, you’re living a lie
(hey) living a lie (hey) your
Life is living a lie
You don’t impress me (admit it)
You don’t intimidate me (admit it)
Why don’t you bow down, get on the ground
Walk this fucking plank (yeah)

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah (what do you)

Proud of my life and the
Things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my
Guitar, guitar go!

I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, yeah
I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, yeah oh
And I am done with this
I wanna taste the breeze of every great city
My car and my guitar my car and my guitar
So you'll come to be
Made of these urges unfulfilled
Oh, no, no, no, no, no
When I'm dead I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, lay still
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest