After doing an album about getting pissed on, Tim Heidecker is doing one about being pissed off. The comedian and musician behind Yellow River Boys, the world’s foremost pee-play band, has announced that on Nov. 8 he’ll release Too Dumb For Suicide, a digital album collecting his songs about Donald Trump.

This isn’t the first time Heidecker, best known as half of absurdist comedy duo Tim and Eric, has taken aim at a political dunce. You’ll recall his tribute to Republican also-ran Herman Cain, Cainthology: Songs In the Key of Cain. But while those tunes resembled the deeply silly stuff of Awesome Show, this one is at times every bit as earnest as In Glendale, the completely straight-faced album Heidecker and his band released last year. Even Heidecker admitted, when he played the piano ballad “Trump Talkin’ Nukes” with Andrew Bird, that the material was “very grim and depressing.”

In a message announcing the album, Heidecker said that “most of these songs were written and recorded quickly, with the blood still boiling from whatever indignity or absurdity had popped up on my newsfeed that day.”

The best known of the tunes, “Trump’s Private Pilot,” imagines the titular character taking one for the team. (Father John Misty’s misty-eyed cover of it will appear on the album; it may just get you misty-eyed.) It’s not the only track that flirts with the idea of Trump going to the big golf course in the sky; “Sentencing Day,” released today, imagines 45’s day of reckoning: “The jury was 12 to none, the case was cut and dry / the only question remaining is: will he die?”

“Cooked Chinese Chicken” contains the lyric from which the album gets is name: “Ain’t it a shame he’s too dumb for suicide / Too self absorbed, too filled with pride.”

Rest assured, other songs are decidedly lighter. “Imperial Bathroom” finds Heidecker channeling New York Dolls and back in scatological mode: “He’ll be making number 2 when he goes vamoose / In mid tweet! On the toilet seat.”

“Mar a Lago” is a Jimmy Buffet-esque ode to Trump’s happy place, where “everything is gold, even the toilet bowls.”

In the Dylan-influenced “For Chan,” Heidecker mocks the trolls he’s been known to battle on Twitter, and in “Richard Spencer” he imagines a message from God: “You can’t wish anyone dead / even if their baseball cap is red / But if you see Richard Spencer / why don’t you punch him in the head.”

Sadly, “I Am a Cuck,” a cover of Simon & Garfunkel’s “I Am a Rock” in which Heidecker happily outs himself as a libtard, won’t be included here. In a message thanking musical collaborators such as Foxygen’s Jonathan Rado, whose imprint is releasing the album, Heidecker writes: “NO thanks to Paul Simon who didn’t let us include ‘I Am A Cuck.’”