Aesop Rock - Dorks lyrics

Question: If I died in my apartment
Like a rat in a cage
Would the neighbors smell the corpse before
The cat ate my face?
I used to floss the albatross like
Daddy Kane with the chain
I'm trying to jettison the ballast
With the hazardous waste
The kid is comfortably numb
Routine a tedious crutch
Steep in a self-imposed Stockholm
And Lima in flux
Maybe an occupation popular with
Demons and ducks made any mingling akin to
Being seasoned and stuffed
It's a theatre of jumping jellyfish
Jealous little sycophants
Miserable and flimsy from the skippies
To the pissy pants
Each one separately convinced
They're sketching with Da Vinci's hands
Delusion turned the communication
To prison camp
You fucking dorks ain't a threat to the cause
There ain't a lesson we can
Learn from the ostensibly lost
I think it's funny when
Defendants from identical haunts
Step out the tempest
A measure of what the spectrum involves

Maybe no one cares
Party over here, I'll be over there

Don't need no help, all by myself

I used to hang around with rappers
At the root of the scene
It meant a lot to feel
The fugitive community breathe
Maybe to sentimentalize is to be truly naive
I know some shit about your
Heroes that you wouldn't believe
I think we're all a bunch of
Weirdos on a quest to belong
This song's our echolocation up
In impregnable fog
That's why it's odd to see a
Pile of imperfections and flaws
Ascend a pedestal to patronize the
Rest of the cogs
In a mess of obnoxious fantasy
Posturing and pageantry
I ain't even mad, I'm impressed
Shit it's baffling god almighty
Chop an ivory tower to piano keys
Play your own dirge on the
Way to surfing maggot beach
You fuckin' dorks ain't a source of the art
You can't be cooler than the corners
Where you source all your parts
The poker-faced
All it takes a couple sordid remarks
We let the manticore out
We make the sorcery bark

Life is so unfair
Party over here, I'll be over there

Don't need no help, all by myself

I view the rattling of sabers
Like a show to expose
Insecurities exploding in emotional code
When braggadocio to go from
Mostly jokey to gross
Corrode a homie 'til his
Probity is notably ghost
Before the hobby was a job
He was a miniature hell
You would wobble round your momma
Like an infant gazelle
The disillusionment has truly been
A difficult pill
But you as anything menacing
Is a difficult sell
In a whistle and bell-o rama
Black mollies that dress up like piranha
It's not even compelling melodrama
It's a comedy
Somebody wanna shop you as a saga
I'm very voluntarily persona non grata
You fuckin' dorks ain't the leaders we need
This ain't the medium for divas
Out to weasel and breed
I'm offin' coffee with the paupers
Over tea with the queen
Don't make him show the
Regency what disobedient means

Heavy load to bear
Party over here, I'll be over there

Don't need no help, all by myself