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