Admit It Lyrics

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 path

It’s disgusting, its 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



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, yeah



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) you’re 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, urgent unfulfilled

Oh no no no no no

When I'm dead I'll rest

When I'm dead I'll rest way 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