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 heroTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
