歌曲名称：《Admit It!》，演唱歌手《Say Anything》，歌曲专辑《...Is A Real Boy DISC1》，发行时间：2007年02月15日 查看歌曲上传者。

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Admit It!歌词完整版

歌手:Say Anything

歌词出处:www.green-wind.cn

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

Admit It!的英文歌词

ge shou :Say Anything

ge ci chu chu :www.green-wind.cn

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

Admit It!LRC歌词（简体）

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

Admit It!LRC歌词（繁体）

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

Admit It!歌词完整版（繁体）

歌手:Say Anything

歌詞出處:www.green-wind.cn

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

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