I met Julius the crazyman as He walked on his toes.
Waltzing through the crazytown a face cold like snow.
They say He killed young but noone understands -
Not even whitewash gets blood off of hands ....

And He's seen them warring, whoring, boring.
"Noone lets me in."

One surprising thing was said;
"When I am king - YOU WILL ALL BE DEAD!"
"I'll tell you a thing that's seldom heard ..."
"'Passion' is a dirty word."

He's holding up now; hell He's done it here before.
A face facing backwards and hands to the floor.
He said He knows now and He sure knew it then ...
Dirty little girls don't like dirty old men.