Admit It!歌詞
  • 歌手:Say Anything
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    dmit it

    Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance

    That 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 an 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



    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 it 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 that 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, what do you have to say for yourself

    Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

    And I say yeah what do you



    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, guitar go!



    I'm drift drift drift drifting yeah

    I'm drift drift drift drifting 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'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 I'll rest, I'll lay still

    When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest

  • dmit it

    Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance

    That 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 an 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



    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 it 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 that 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, what do you have to say for yourself

    Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

    And I say yeah what do you



    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, guitar go!



    I'm drift drift drift drifting yeah

    I'm drift drift drift drifting 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'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 I'll rest, I'll lay still

    When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest