[Verse 1]
You told me to be quiet, to be discreet
Or King Donald’s secret police would drag me off the street
Toss me in a van, cut me down at the knee
Like some twisted fairytale from a late-night dream
“King Donald eats your foot, picks his teeth with tiny bones”
That’s the way you wrote it, Marty, not my words alone

[Pre-Chorus]
You laughed when you wrote it, said it was just for fun
But the punchline hit harder than a loaded gun

[Chorus]
Why’s it sound so mean when you say it?
All that fire in the way you play it
Maybe it’s a joke in your head, but it cuts when it lands
Why’s it come out sharp when you write it?
Even laughter feels like you fight it
I’m just singing along, but it cuts when it lands[quote]

Rob,

This song is a hoot, and not badly written, but Jeez, my Snowflake/twinky meter is maxed all the way out.

"But the punchline hit harder than a loaded gun"

Dayum bud, that can't be more girly. It's cringy.
Do you cry when it rains?
If some of the silliest sh+t that I have ever written, "hit (you) harder than a loaded gun"...every day of your life must be filled with trepidation.
It explains the hysterical element.
I feel sorry for you in that regard.

But I enjoy the song. It's telling and interesting.
Try to get some sleep tonight.

A song title may have come out of this silliness. "therapist on speed dial"
The song is hysterical, but you seem to see it as a "kill shot." That's telling also.
Maybe the ladies in the "share circle" will agree, but no-sale here.

Marty

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