Ballad of the Tragic Hero

Remember Pericles?

He democratized the city with his mind

A little wisdom never hurt anyone

Tell that to Socrates

Telling the citizens what they needed to hear

But still they fed him hemlock

Now the Greeks don't speak my language

I don't get the relevance

I am irreverent, I have no reverence

Show me no deference, I'll do the same for you

La, la, la, la

Did you ever know you're my tragic hero?

You be the pity, I'll be the fear

And every subscriber will know what a truly great man you are

In the conference room he said to me quote:

"Avoid your generation's proclivity for irony and negativity

Held so commonly. Don't let me down, son!"

There was a car, the wheels came off it

And I know that nobody never made a profit

Center your gravity, boy

I'm counting on you to be my protege

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Cast it off with a wrist flick

Your footsteps are filling up

Every time you turn around

You can see the idols and you'll be knocking them down

1, 2, 3, 4, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Did you ever know you're my tragic hero?

You be the pity, I'll be the fear

And every advertiser will know what a truly great man you truly are

Some wear their politics like an aura

Some take it home like a mantle

Some can't hold a candle

Some touch, some dabble

But not you

Tragic hero, you're my tragic hero

Tragic hero, he's my tragic hero