When the Tingle’s Gone and You Can’t go on, It’s Tragedy

Here I lie
in a lost and lonely D.C. town
Biden time
In a world of polls I slowly drown
Goin’home
I can’t take elections all alone
I really should be taxing you
Taxing you
Chooming you chooming you

Tragedy
When the tingle’s gone and you can’t go on
It’s tragedy
When your Holder cries and you don’t know why
It’s hard to bear
With Michelle to love you you’re
goin’ nowhere
Tragedy
When you lose The Hill and you’re just a schill
It’s tragedy
When your Holder cries and you don’t know why
It’s hard to bear
With Michelle beside you you’re
goin’ nowhere
When the tingle’s gone and you can’t go on

Night and day
there’s a loathing down inside of me
Sinclair love
With a yearning that won’t let me be
Down I go
and Dick Morris spears me in my heart
I really should be taxing you
Taxing you
Chooming you chooming

Tragedy
When the tingle’s gone and you can’t go on
It’s tragedy
When your ratings go down and you don’t know why
It’s hard to bear
With Michelle to love you you’re
goin’ nowhere
Tragedy
When you lose The Hill and you’re just a schill
It’s tragedy
When your ratings go down and you don’t know why
It’s hard to bear
With Michelle beside you you’re
goin’ nowhere (repeat and fade)