The Ballad Of The Tragic Hero (Pity And Fear) Lyrics

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

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."

Cast it off with a wrist flip
Your footsteps are filling up
Every time you turn around
You can see the idols and you'll be knockin' 'em down
One, two, three, four

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 angora
Some take it on like a mantle
Some can't hold the candle
Some touch, some dabble
But not him!

Tragic hero
You're my tragic hero
He's my tragic hero