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admit it!!!
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 want to 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