The Paean of Goggles Greek
LYRICS:
I was born in an out-of-way hovel 
And the gravel on the ground was my swaddling band 
And my mother had no more mercy for the likes of me
Left for dead on those mossy crags 
By the lichen and the wolves was I given suck 
And the cold was my clothing and the gnats were my friends 
And starvation was my tutor and the author of my ends 
And my mother had no more mercy for the likes of me
At the age of 12, when my skills gained acclaim, 
I was taken to the forge of Haephaestus the Lame 
Where I served in the fires, alongside the automata
'Twas in those days when first my eyes 
Were veiled in the black of their goggled guise 
And I learned all the darksome secrets of my trade 
And there amongst the gods a man I was made 
Though a man with the metal fist of an automaton.
But fortune favors none so well 
To lift them up, and leave them at the apex of 
Her revolution 
This I learned, all too well
And thus it was that Athena in all her jealousy 
Did cite my mortal frame in a bid for exile.
And so all the gods came gathered 
'Round the duel that stormy night 
Where my goggles they were broken and bled was my pride 
And all my hopes for a better life were denied 
And I thought I saw death lit up by the lightning
Quiet now, I forge my swords 
And dedicate each step towards 
The day that from these chains I'm freed 
And dear respect the gods concede 
So look, and see yourself in my goggles...
Reflected.


Paean of Goggles Greek

Hey, this is only a rough draft. I keep tweaking it, as is it's just kind of long and the middle part might be boring. But this should give you the basic idea I had.

LYRICS:

Men:

Who wears red? The brave
Who wears white? The pure
Who wears both? The brave and pure, I'm sure

Who is that over there?
Beating up that child?
Beating up that poor, defenseless child?

Call the cops!
He looks dangerous!
He looks... strangely dapper too!

Mr. Pink:

Hey there kid, you know the drill
I'll be taking all your lunch money
You better not scream and you better not run
Or these guns will have something to say
I fought the Yanks on Omaha
I fought the Turks in Hungary
What makes you think with those scrawny legs
That you could get away?

Men:

Bill, put the phone away
It's too late for that now
I don't think that the cops could do much good, anyhow

Bill, tell my wife I died
Fighting like a man
Tell the kids to help their mom out any way they can

Run, Bill, run!
He has seen you now!
Bill, go, save yourself you fool!

Mr. Pink:

Hey there guys, nice weather huh?
Oh by the way, you're witnesses
I think you know what that means,
It's just the way it is
I've served subpoenas in Casablanca
I've sold bad moonshine... to kids
What makes you think that two more
Will weigh heavy on my conscience?

Men:

Son, now you know the tale
Of how your father got this scar
His best friend died, and he ran far

Daddy's not a coward
I know that's what you think
But you would have run too, from the man in pink

The Mathematician