Dorks (blockhead Remix) Lyrics - Aesop Rock

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 tryin' to jettison the ballast with the hazardous waste 

The kid is comfortably numb, routine a tedious crutch 

Deep in a self imposed Stockholm and Lima influx 

Maybe an occupation popular with demons and ducks 

Made any mingling akin to bein' seasoned and stuffed 

It's a theatre of jumpin' jellyfish, jealous little sycophants 

Miserable and flimsy from the skivvys to the pissy pants 

Each one seperately convinced 

They're sketching with Da Vinci's hands 

Delusion turn a communication of prison camp 

You fuckin' 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 to measure 

Of what the spectrum involves 

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

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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 

The songs are 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 

And 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 surfin' 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 face, 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 

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Don't need no help, all by myself 

I view the rattling of sabres like a show to expose 

Insecurities exploding in emotional code 

With 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 manager, Hell 

You would wobble round your momma like an infant gazelle 

The disillusionment has truly been a difficult pill 

That you was anything menacing is a difficult sell 

In a whistle-and-bellorama, black mollies to 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 off in coffee with the paupers over tea with the queen 

Don't make 'em 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