Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Admit It!!!, artist - Say Anything. Date of issue: 30.09.2005
Song language: English
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 |