Would they listen to this crazy man
 Would they help him to his end
 He was a tall man, pale skin and broken back
 And no-one knew him, though he was genius
 They feared him, locked him away
 And in silence would he pray


 He lived alone, though many voices spoke
 He found peace, in his own little world
 So they beat him, to his end
 He lays forgotten
 Dead skin and broken neck
 And no-one knew him
 Though he was genius


 Who was he, that crazy man
 Just a loser, to the end