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 the thumbs up and 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 an antiquated path

It's disgusting, it's offensive, don't stick your nose up at me

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

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?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

I say, yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?

Whoa, whoa, whoa

'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 livin' a lie (Hey)

Livin' 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

And walk this fucking plank (Yeah)

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

I said yeah, what do you (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, drifting

I drift, drift, drift, drift, drifting, oh

And I am done with this

I want to taste the breeze of every great city

My car and my guitar

My car and my guitar

So you've 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, 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