Luyện nghe bài hát Dorks

Question: If I died in my apartment a rat in a cage
Would the neighbors the corpse before the cat ate my face?
I used to floss the albatross like Kane with the chain
I'm tryin' to jettison the with the hazardous waste
The kid is comfortably numb, a tedious crutch
Deep in a self Stockholm and Lima influx
Maybe an occupation popular with demons and
Made any mingling to bein' seasoned and stuffed
It's a theatre of jumpin' jellyfish, jealous sycophants
Miserable and flimsy the skivvys to the pissy pants
Each one convinced
They're with Da Vinci's hands
Delusion turn a of prison camp
You fuckin' dorks ain't a to the cause
ain't a lesson we can learn from the ostensibly lost
I think it's funny when from identical haunts
Step out the to measure Of what the spectrum involves
no one cares, party over here, I'll be over there

Don't no help, all by myself

I to hang around with rappers at the root of the scene
It meant a lot to feel the community breathe
Maybe to sentimentalize is to be naive
I know some shit your heroes that you wouldn't believe
I we're all a bunch of weirdos on a quest to belong
The songs are up in impregnable fog
That's why it's odd to see a pile of and flaws
Ascend a pedestal to patronize the of the cogs
And a mess of obnoxious fantasy, posturing and
I ain't even mad, I'm impressed, it's baffling
God chop an ivory tower to piano keys
Play own dirge on the way to surfin' maggot beach
You fuckin' dorks ain't a of the art
You can't be cooler than the corners Where you source all your parts The face, all it takes a couple sordid remarks
We let the manticore out, We make the sorcery
Life is so unfair, party over here, I'll be over

Don't need no help, all by

I the rattling of sabres like a show to expose
Insecurities exploding in emotional
With braggadocio to go from jokey to gross
Corrode a homie til his probity is notably
the hobby was a job he was a manager,
Hell You would round your momma like an infant gazelle
The disillusionment has been a difficult pill
That you was anything menacing is a sell
In a whistle-and-bellorama, black mollies to up like piranha
not even compelling melodrama
It's a comedy, somebody shop you as a saga
I'm very voluntarily non grata
You fuckin' dorks ain't the we need
This ain't the medium for out to weasel and breed
I'm off in coffee with the paupers over tea the queen
Don't make 'em show the what disobedient means
Heavy load to bear, party over here, I'll be over

Don't no help, all by myself