Living on Tragedy Ridge

Well, I'm looking down now from Tragedy Ridge
Where foreign infiltration is a pilgrimage
You become a target if they think you have privilege
For character assassination just add a smidge,

Where virus test kits are kept in your fridge
The government tells you what do with your acreage
Where men and women both have cleavage
Remember now, you're on Tragedy Ridge,

The world is no longer what we once knew
Where Bolshevik sentiment is right on cue
Where lies and propaganda are considered news
Where you can be beaten for conservative views,

Those memories I have of my ex-wife, Midge
Where the people's taxes become arbitrage
Where your bill of rights have been taken hostage
Remember my friend you're on Tragedy Ridge,

You've got coronavirus in your fridge
Having food in a paralyzed economy-a privilege
Is that a man or a woman it's got cleavage
The news is a lie here on Tragedy Ridge,

Feeling guilty over your supposed privilege
Remember Boy you're on Tragedy Ridge
When your flight is going to crash into a bridge
Well, I'm looking down from Tragedy Ridge.