Lyrics am i supposed to laugh? - The Blunt Force Trauma

Last living key to the mailbox
Running on empty, belly full of jaguars
Unforeseen pieces of you
She harvests the marrow
Straight off the bone

Crack glow sticks like police batons
And ask the sinraptors if they got very far
Bone beds collected in a small leather jacket
You had a name but the devil grabbed it
King of swords, wanted posters plastered on the chalkboard
How else do you think they keep the lights off
Three years from now you're penniless & frail
You think my guilt can stand broken sandcastle pails

How in the hell did you score the front page
Was it your parents contemplating suicide
Did you trade them in for one that smiles
And does exactly what you ask them to the first time
Reflection of journalists and muppets
My dad broke my board tryna pop-shove-it
If time won't change you
Someone's gotta do it
Y'know

I guess it's my turn now
Put me in the urn now
Come and see me smile now
It's been quite a while now

Are you serious
Is this some kind of joke
Am I supposed to laugh
I can't find the funny the part
You can't be serious
What if i have to choke you
Am I supposed to laugh
I still can't find the funny part