Admit It Chords by Say Anything
Tempo:
97.85 bpm
Chords used:
Abm
B
Gb
Ab
Db
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
INVENTUS!
[B] Despite your pseudo [Abm]-Bohemian appearance and vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs,
you [Ab] know nothing about art or [Abm] sex that you couldn't read in any [Ab] trendy, New York underground fashion [Ebm] magazine.
Prototypical non [Abm]-conformist, you are a vacuous [Ebm] soldier of the thrift store Gestapo.
[Db] You adhere to a set of [Ab] standards and tastes [Ebm] that appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster [Abm] judges.
BULLSHIT!
Leaving the thumbs up, the thumbs [Ebm] down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of [Ab] music and arts.
Go [Gb] analog, baby!
[Eb] You're so cosmodic.
You're diving face [Ab] forward into an [Gb] antiquated past.
It's [Eb] disgusting!
It's offensive!
Don't [Db] stick your nose up in me!
[E] Yeah!
What do you have to say for [Ab] yourself?
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
[E] Whoa!
Yeah!
What do you have to say for [Ab] yourself?
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
You [Gb] spend your time sitting in [Eb] circles with your friends, [Db] pontificating [Dbm] to each other.
Forever [Gb] competing for that [Ebm] one moment of self [Db]-aggrandizing glory [Abm] in which you [Ebm] hog the intellectual spotlight.
Holding [Db] dominion over the [Abm] entire [Gb] shallow, pointless [Eb] conversation.
Oh, we're not [Ab] worthy.
When you walk by a group of [Eb] quote-unquote [Db] normal people, you [Abm] chuckle to yourself, patting yourself on the [Eb] back as you starve.
[Db] It's the same [Abm] superiority complex [Gb] shared by the high [Ebm] school jocks who make your [Dbm] life a living hell.
And it [Abm] makes you a slave to the [Gb] competitive capitalist [Eb] armor you spend every moment of your waking life [E] bitching about.
What do you have to say for yourself?
[Ab] Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa! Yeah!
What do you have to say for [Ab] yourself?
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
Cause I'm proud of [E] my life and the things that [Abm] I have done.
[Gb] Proud of [E] myself and the loner [Abm] I've become.
You're [E] free to whine.
[Ebm] It will not get [Abm] you far.
[Gb] I'll do [E] just fine.
[Ebm] I'm calling [B] my guitar.
[Ab] Proud of [B] my life and the things that [Abm] I have done.
[Gb] Proud of [B] myself and the loner [Abm] I've become.
You're [B] free to whine.
It will not get [Abm] you far.
I'll do [B] just fine.
I'm calling [Abm] my guitar.
[Gb] Yeah!
[Abm] Well, [B] let me tell you this.
[Eb] I am [B] shamelessly self [Eb]-involved.
I spend hours in [B] front of the mirror making [Abm] my hair elegantly disheveled.
I worry about how this album will sound because I believe it [Abm] will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future.
I [B] self-medicate with [Ebm] drugs and alcohol to treat my [Abm] sleep social anxiety.
You are a faker!
You [Ebm] are a sly!
[Abm] Yeah!
[Abm] You're living a lie!
Living a lie!
Your life is [Dbm] living a lie!
You [Ab] don't impress me.
[Gb] You [Eb] don't intimidate [Db] me.
Why don't [Abm] you bow [Gb] down, get on the [Bb] ground, walk this [Eb] fucking plank?
[E] Yeah!
Yeah!
What do you have to say for [Ab] yourself?
Whoa!
Whoa!
[E] Whoa!
I said yeah!
[Abm] Proud of [B] my life and the things that I [Abm] have done.
Proud of [B] myself and the loner [Abm] I've become.
You're [B] free to whine.
It will not get [Abm] you far.
I [B] feel just fine.
My car and [Abm] mine.
[Gb] Guitar!
Guitar!
[B] Go!
[Abm] [B]
[Abm] [B]
[Abm] [B]
[Abm] [Db]
[B] Yeah!
[Db] Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
[Gb] Yeah!
Yeah!
[B]
[Db] And I am done with this.
I [B] want to chase the breeze of every great [Db] city.
My car and my guitar.
[Dbm] My car and [B] my guitar.
[Db] So you've come to me, made of these.
[B] I just might fall down.
Oh no, no, no, no, no.
When I'm dead, I'll rest.
When I'm dead, I'll rest.
Wait still.
[Ab] When [Dbm] I'm dead.
[B]
When [Dbm] I'm dead.
[B]
[E] When [Dbm] I'm dead.
[B]
When [Dbm] I'm dead.
[B]
[B]
[Gb]
[B] Despite your pseudo [Abm]-Bohemian appearance and vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs,
you [Ab] know nothing about art or [Abm] sex that you couldn't read in any [Ab] trendy, New York underground fashion [Ebm] magazine.
Prototypical non [Abm]-conformist, you are a vacuous [Ebm] soldier of the thrift store Gestapo.
[Db] You adhere to a set of [Ab] standards and tastes [Ebm] that appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster [Abm] judges.
BULLSHIT!
Leaving the thumbs up, the thumbs [Ebm] down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of [Ab] music and arts.
Go [Gb] analog, baby!
[Eb] You're so cosmodic.
You're diving face [Ab] forward into an [Gb] antiquated past.
It's [Eb] disgusting!
It's offensive!
Don't [Db] stick your nose up in me!
[E] Yeah!
What do you have to say for [Ab] yourself?
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
[E] Whoa!
Yeah!
What do you have to say for [Ab] yourself?
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
You [Gb] spend your time sitting in [Eb] circles with your friends, [Db] pontificating [Dbm] to each other.
Forever [Gb] competing for that [Ebm] one moment of self [Db]-aggrandizing glory [Abm] in which you [Ebm] hog the intellectual spotlight.
Holding [Db] dominion over the [Abm] entire [Gb] shallow, pointless [Eb] conversation.
Oh, we're not [Ab] worthy.
When you walk by a group of [Eb] quote-unquote [Db] normal people, you [Abm] chuckle to yourself, patting yourself on the [Eb] back as you starve.
[Db] It's the same [Abm] superiority complex [Gb] shared by the high [Ebm] school jocks who make your [Dbm] life a living hell.
And it [Abm] makes you a slave to the [Gb] competitive capitalist [Eb] armor you spend every moment of your waking life [E] bitching about.
What do you have to say for yourself?
[Ab] Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa! Yeah!
What do you have to say for [Ab] yourself?
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
Cause I'm proud of [E] my life and the things that [Abm] I have done.
[Gb] Proud of [E] myself and the loner [Abm] I've become.
You're [E] free to whine.
[Ebm] It will not get [Abm] you far.
[Gb] I'll do [E] just fine.
[Ebm] I'm calling [B] my guitar.
[Ab] Proud of [B] my life and the things that [Abm] I have done.
[Gb] Proud of [B] myself and the loner [Abm] I've become.
You're [B] free to whine.
It will not get [Abm] you far.
I'll do [B] just fine.
I'm calling [Abm] my guitar.
[Gb] Yeah!
[Abm] Well, [B] let me tell you this.
[Eb] I am [B] shamelessly self [Eb]-involved.
I spend hours in [B] front of the mirror making [Abm] my hair elegantly disheveled.
I worry about how this album will sound because I believe it [Abm] will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future.
I [B] self-medicate with [Ebm] drugs and alcohol to treat my [Abm] sleep social anxiety.
You are a faker!
You [Ebm] are a sly!
[Abm] Yeah!
[Abm] You're living a lie!
Living a lie!
Your life is [Dbm] living a lie!
You [Ab] don't impress me.
[Gb] You [Eb] don't intimidate [Db] me.
Why don't [Abm] you bow [Gb] down, get on the [Bb] ground, walk this [Eb] fucking plank?
[E] Yeah!
Yeah!
What do you have to say for [Ab] yourself?
Whoa!
Whoa!
[E] Whoa!
I said yeah!
[Abm] Proud of [B] my life and the things that I [Abm] have done.
Proud of [B] myself and the loner [Abm] I've become.
You're [B] free to whine.
It will not get [Abm] you far.
I [B] feel just fine.
My car and [Abm] mine.
[Gb] Guitar!
Guitar!
[B] Go!
[Abm] [B]
[Abm] [B]
[Abm] [B]
[Abm] [Db]
[B] Yeah!
[Db] Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
[Gb] Yeah!
Yeah!
[B]
[Db] And I am done with this.
I [B] want to chase the breeze of every great [Db] city.
My car and my guitar.
[Dbm] My car and [B] my guitar.
[Db] So you've come to me, made of these.
[B] I just might fall down.
Oh no, no, no, no, no.
When I'm dead, I'll rest.
When I'm dead, I'll rest.
Wait still.
[Ab] When [Dbm] I'm dead.
[B]
When [Dbm] I'm dead.
[B]
[E] When [Dbm] I'm dead.
[B]
When [Dbm] I'm dead.
[B]
[B]
[Gb]
Key:
Abm
B
Gb
Ab
Db
Abm
B
Gb
_ INVENTUS!
_ [B] Despite your pseudo [Abm]-Bohemian appearance and vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs,
you [Ab] know nothing about art or [Abm] sex that you couldn't read in any [Ab] trendy, New York underground fashion [Ebm] magazine. _
Prototypical non [Abm]-conformist, you are a vacuous [Ebm] soldier of the thrift store Gestapo.
[Db] You adhere to a set of [Ab] standards and tastes [Ebm] that appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster [Abm] judges.
BULLSHIT!
Leaving the thumbs up, the thumbs [Ebm] down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of [Ab] music and arts.
Go [Gb] analog, baby!
[Eb] You're so cosmodic.
You're diving face [Ab] forward into an [Gb] antiquated past.
It's [Eb] disgusting!
It's offensive!
Don't [Db] stick your nose up in me!
[E] Yeah!
What do you have to say for [Ab] yourself?
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
[E] Whoa!
Yeah! _
What do you have to say for [Ab] yourself?
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
You [Gb] spend your time sitting in [Eb] circles with your friends, [Db] pontificating [Dbm] to each other.
Forever [Gb] competing for that [Ebm] one moment of self [Db]-aggrandizing glory [Abm] in which you [Ebm] hog the intellectual spotlight.
Holding [Db] dominion over the [Abm] entire [Gb] shallow, pointless [Eb] conversation.
Oh, we're not [Ab] worthy.
When you walk by a group of [Eb] quote-unquote [Db] normal people, you [Abm] chuckle to yourself, patting yourself on the [Eb] back as you starve.
[Db] It's the same [Abm] superiority complex [Gb] shared by the high [Ebm] school jocks who make your [Dbm] life a living hell.
And it [Abm] makes you a slave to the [Gb] competitive capitalist [Eb] armor you spend every moment of your waking life [E] bitching about. _ _
What do you have to say for yourself?
[Ab] Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa! Yeah! _
What do you have to say for [Ab] yourself?
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
Cause I'm proud of [E] my life and the things that [Abm] I have done.
[Gb] Proud of [E] myself and the loner [Abm] I've become.
You're [E] free to whine.
[Ebm] It will not get [Abm] you far.
[Gb] I'll do [E] just fine.
[Ebm] I'm calling [B] my guitar.
_ [Ab] Proud of [B] my life and the things that [Abm] I have done.
[Gb] Proud of [B] myself and the loner [Abm] I've become.
You're [B] free to whine.
It will not get [Abm] you far.
I'll do [B] just fine.
I'm calling [Abm] my guitar.
_ [Gb] Yeah!
[Abm] Well, [B] let me tell you this.
[Eb] I am [B] shamelessly self [Eb]-involved.
I spend hours in [B] front of the mirror making [Abm] my hair elegantly disheveled.
I worry about how this album will sound because I believe it [Abm] will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future.
I [B] self-medicate with [Ebm] drugs and alcohol to treat my [Abm] sleep social anxiety.
You are a faker!
You [Ebm] are a sly!
[Abm] Yeah!
[Abm] You're living a lie!
Living a lie!
Your life is [Dbm] living a lie!
You [Ab] don't impress me.
[Gb] You [Eb] don't intimidate [Db] me.
Why don't [Abm] you bow [Gb] down, get on the [Bb] ground, walk this [Eb] fucking plank?
[E] Yeah!
Yeah! _ _
What do you have to say for [Ab] yourself?
Whoa!
Whoa!
[E] Whoa!
I said yeah! _ _
_ _ [Abm] Proud of [B] my life and the things that I [Abm] have done.
_ Proud of [B] myself and the loner [Abm] I've become.
You're [B] free to whine.
It will not get [Abm] you far.
I [B] feel just fine.
My car and [Abm] mine.
[Gb] Guitar!
Guitar!
[B] Go! _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] Yeah! _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Db] _ Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
[Gb] Yeah!
Yeah!
[B] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ And I am done with this.
I [B] want to chase the breeze of every great [Db] city.
My car and my guitar.
[Dbm] My car and [B] my guitar. _
_ _ [Db] So you've come to me, made of these.
_ [B] I just might fall down.
Oh no, no, no, no, no.
When I'm dead, I'll rest.
When I'm dead, I'll rest.
Wait still.
[Ab] When [Dbm] I'm dead. _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ When [Dbm] I'm dead. _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ [E] When [Dbm] I'm dead. _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ When [Dbm] I'm dead. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] Despite your pseudo [Abm]-Bohemian appearance and vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs,
you [Ab] know nothing about art or [Abm] sex that you couldn't read in any [Ab] trendy, New York underground fashion [Ebm] magazine. _
Prototypical non [Abm]-conformist, you are a vacuous [Ebm] soldier of the thrift store Gestapo.
[Db] You adhere to a set of [Ab] standards and tastes [Ebm] that appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster [Abm] judges.
BULLSHIT!
Leaving the thumbs up, the thumbs [Ebm] down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of [Ab] music and arts.
Go [Gb] analog, baby!
[Eb] You're so cosmodic.
You're diving face [Ab] forward into an [Gb] antiquated past.
It's [Eb] disgusting!
It's offensive!
Don't [Db] stick your nose up in me!
[E] Yeah!
What do you have to say for [Ab] yourself?
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
[E] Whoa!
Yeah! _
What do you have to say for [Ab] yourself?
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
You [Gb] spend your time sitting in [Eb] circles with your friends, [Db] pontificating [Dbm] to each other.
Forever [Gb] competing for that [Ebm] one moment of self [Db]-aggrandizing glory [Abm] in which you [Ebm] hog the intellectual spotlight.
Holding [Db] dominion over the [Abm] entire [Gb] shallow, pointless [Eb] conversation.
Oh, we're not [Ab] worthy.
When you walk by a group of [Eb] quote-unquote [Db] normal people, you [Abm] chuckle to yourself, patting yourself on the [Eb] back as you starve.
[Db] It's the same [Abm] superiority complex [Gb] shared by the high [Ebm] school jocks who make your [Dbm] life a living hell.
And it [Abm] makes you a slave to the [Gb] competitive capitalist [Eb] armor you spend every moment of your waking life [E] bitching about. _ _
What do you have to say for yourself?
[Ab] Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa! Yeah! _
What do you have to say for [Ab] yourself?
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
Cause I'm proud of [E] my life and the things that [Abm] I have done.
[Gb] Proud of [E] myself and the loner [Abm] I've become.
You're [E] free to whine.
[Ebm] It will not get [Abm] you far.
[Gb] I'll do [E] just fine.
[Ebm] I'm calling [B] my guitar.
_ [Ab] Proud of [B] my life and the things that [Abm] I have done.
[Gb] Proud of [B] myself and the loner [Abm] I've become.
You're [B] free to whine.
It will not get [Abm] you far.
I'll do [B] just fine.
I'm calling [Abm] my guitar.
_ [Gb] Yeah!
[Abm] Well, [B] let me tell you this.
[Eb] I am [B] shamelessly self [Eb]-involved.
I spend hours in [B] front of the mirror making [Abm] my hair elegantly disheveled.
I worry about how this album will sound because I believe it [Abm] will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future.
I [B] self-medicate with [Ebm] drugs and alcohol to treat my [Abm] sleep social anxiety.
You are a faker!
You [Ebm] are a sly!
[Abm] Yeah!
[Abm] You're living a lie!
Living a lie!
Your life is [Dbm] living a lie!
You [Ab] don't impress me.
[Gb] You [Eb] don't intimidate [Db] me.
Why don't [Abm] you bow [Gb] down, get on the [Bb] ground, walk this [Eb] fucking plank?
[E] Yeah!
Yeah! _ _
What do you have to say for [Ab] yourself?
Whoa!
Whoa!
[E] Whoa!
I said yeah! _ _
_ _ [Abm] Proud of [B] my life and the things that I [Abm] have done.
_ Proud of [B] myself and the loner [Abm] I've become.
You're [B] free to whine.
It will not get [Abm] you far.
I [B] feel just fine.
My car and [Abm] mine.
[Gb] Guitar!
Guitar!
[B] Go! _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] Yeah! _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Db] _ Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
[Gb] Yeah!
Yeah!
[B] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ And I am done with this.
I [B] want to chase the breeze of every great [Db] city.
My car and my guitar.
[Dbm] My car and [B] my guitar. _
_ _ [Db] So you've come to me, made of these.
_ [B] I just might fall down.
Oh no, no, no, no, no.
When I'm dead, I'll rest.
When I'm dead, I'll rest.
Wait still.
[Ab] When [Dbm] I'm dead. _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ When [Dbm] I'm dead. _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ [E] When [Dbm] I'm dead. _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ When [Dbm] I'm dead. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _