Joke's Over from New Derangements by Animal Mouth

I see where our glib neoliberal governor has the corona
He caught it from a donor at a three-way in Sedona
He was promptly whisked to safety by helicopter
At a cost of many million dollars

Everybody talks so much shit
And frankly I’ve grown fairly tired of it
If the joke’s on me the joke’s over

The woman I love transformed one night into Fata Morgana
A powerful witch easily tricked by grifters
Who she’ll be tomorrow, I surely have no idea
We’re gonna have to see it when we see it

Well teeth that chatter, rubber hand
Classic shit from childhoodland
Whoopee cushion, dribble glass
How we help the hours pass
Corsage with a water tube
Good clean fun for sharps and rubes
But ain’t nobody want to be the butt
Over and over and over

I feel like an old man eating alone at an Arthur Treacher’s
3 a.m., picking at fish I’m sick of
They tie me up on the mountaintop and cut out my liver
Stand and deliver

If the joke’s on me the joke’s over

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