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