He's a blonde in his teens A boy Caesar whose toys Are leopards and panthers Precious stones and boys With his blackened mascara And a diamond tiara He's dead-drunk on pleasure But takes death for his lover
He's no interest in war Just the bad side of town And sits propped at the bar In a leopard-print crown He's stripped off his toga For lowlife and thieves And men from the arena With blood on their sleeves
He's a blonde boy in his teens A boy Caesar whose death Is plotted by the army On each whispered breath He leaves state affairs crash And converts them to cash And replaces his generals With rent boys and trash
Death sticks like a fly To his black Syrian skin Instead of nicotene patches Wears patches of sin His slaves wear eye shadow Its smeared on gold dust Whern you win their attention It's through power and lust