LIKE A KIDNEY STONE — by Founders Sing feat. Bob Dylan and Journalists

By hurling insults at respected journalists, Trump thinks he can distract us from his catastrophic response to a lethal virus... not to mention a laundry list of failures, scandals, and 18,000-plus lies. But facts matter, especially when the world as we know it hangs in the balance. The amazing women featured here have all been targets of his bullying. They've come together in song to give him a piece of their genuinely genius brains.

Eternal gratitude to actual “Noble” Prize-winner Bob Dylan for the inspiration. The journalists featured include: Yamiche Alcindor, Mika Brzezinski, Katy Tur, Weijia Jiang, April Ryan, Cecilia Vega, Paula Reid, Abby Phillip (Abby was accidentally omitted from video end card, sorry!)

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Here are the lyrics:

Once upon a time you built a shrine
To the dollar sign in your prime, didn't you?
Daddy Fred, he always said "Don't ever let anybody who’s not white live with you!"

Manhattan laughed so loud
At the Queens kid with the biggest mouth
Had no class, had no clout
Till your Dad laid millions out
He ’n Roy Cohn showin’ how to cheat and steal

How do we feel?
How do we feel?
I'll tell you
Like a toenail ingrown
Like a badly broken bone
Like a kidney stone

Ahh, you hid the grades you got in school
But there’s no way that “stable genius brain” got straight A’s back then
Nobody’s ever had so many big bankruptcies
Now only Deutsche will lend you one red cent

You say to hire Americans
While you low-ball your employee immigrants
That “Foundation” you had came and went
It just paid for portraits, scams and rents
And “Hey, is this Ukraine? Let’s make a deal!”

How do we feel?
How do we feel?
I'll tell you
Like a gasket blown
Locked down like Al Capone
Like a defaulted loan
Like a kidney stone

Ahh, you better turn and see your GOP
Senators are freakin’ cuz they’re tankin’, thanks to you
Barely got elected 4 years back
And now there’s a deadly virus puttin’ its stank on you

A shameless plug of your golf course you tweeted out
While the numbers keep rising on the body count
Your bottom line is all you care about
You call that winning, while we drown
But you’re gonna lose 'cause there’s news you can’t conceal

How do we feel?
How do we feel?
I'll tell you again
Like a real fake moan
Like low testosterone
Like really bad cologne
Like a kidney stone

Ahh, women that you meet are hardly people
You just get to grab ‘em 'n stab ‘em with your nasty words
Payoffs with company checks
Then another home gets wrecked, oh yes, wonder if it hurts

Well nobody’s here cheering you
Yeah your polling’s goin’ south, the reporters you abuse
All achin’ for November, and the day you lose
When you will discover all the ugly truth
It’s a miracle now, when you disappear we will be healed!

How do you feel?
Ahh, how do you feel?
Tweeting on your phone
With no compassion shown
While people die alone
People die alone