Luyện nghe bài hát Underbite

So how you feeling tonight?
(insert name here) from unimportant,
and I'm about to some image of a rock and roll singer I have under lock and key.
the faintest hint of irony
that I'm flashing my whites to sustain my mediocrity.
So is everyone a good time tonight?
Good, I'm glad (I couldn't actually less).
You guys are the best crowd that we've seen,
seen these old dead eyes.
to the stage or even my own lies.

So hey ho, let's go. start this contemptible "rock" show.
Blinding lights to hide the hand up our ass in puppet-sock show.
Two on eyes, repurposed and made new,
torn from an suit for a sense of déjà vu.
Thumb underbite. I bite my thumb,
and hope you a thread, and slowly come undone.

An illusion spoken. An understanding between you and I
that the ground that you on is somehow less than mine.
An allusion to a home,
on the street and chilled to the bone.
So hey, we still good?
Now you our complex relationship, consumer/consumed.
You're just stupid kid and I'm a megalomaniac.

Shedding defenses for an creation.
yourself in the stocks on the strap.
You're disgracing effort by conforming to textbook
performance of to fill in the gaps,
and bullshit.
It's bullshit. Be honest, can't be what you wanted,
if what you about means anything to you.
Rather than pure vanity, might connect with sincerity.
Don't just pray the next learns from our mistakes.
Let's not the same old performance.
Original is so much more rewarding.
Let's not repackage the old performance.
Original content is so much rewarding.
I that it might be quite cliché,
but if all the is in fact a stage,
then this stage, here goddamn stage
might be all the world.