Admit It Lyrics - ...is A Real Boy - Say Anything

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 

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 

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

Whoa, 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 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 

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa 

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