Say Anything Admit It!!! Lyrics

ADMIT IT!
Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance and vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing about art or s__ that you couldn't read in any trendy new york underground fashion magazine...
Proto-typical non-conformist.
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store gastapo.
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes that appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges.
Bullshit!
Giving your thumbs up and thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art.
"Go a___og baby, you're so post-modern."
"You're diving face forward into an 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?
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah!
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah!

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 shallo, 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 superority complex shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell
And it makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma you spend every moment of your waking life b____ing about!

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah!
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah!

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.

I'm proud of my life and the things that I have done, proud of myself and the loner I've become.

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 s__ I will have in the future.
I self-medicate with drugs and alcohol to help treat my extreme social anxiety problem.

You are a faker! Admit it!
You are a fraud! Admit it!
You're living a lie! 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 f___ing plank!

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah!
I said yeah...

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!

I drift, drift, drift, drift, oh...
I drift, drift, drift, drift, oh...

and I am done with this. I wanna taste the breeze of every great city, my car and my guitar.

So you've come to me 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.