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 (bull%#@!)

Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art
Go !@#^og baby, you're so post-modern
You're diving face forward into a 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

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 (*##$ing 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


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 $#&@ing 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, 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