He was a poor man, though he was genius   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