[Verse 1: Damso]
Hey, between the legs of a minor with drawn features
Her lower lips are suffering from leukorrhea
Julien likes them vulnerable to disculpate him
Julien loves them vulnerable, to be able to try everything
Penis size despised by mother nature
Saw himself become the laughing stock in the world of adults
Regular job behind a computer, motherboard
Child pornography in temporary storage
Excited in all walks of life, very tight, bullied
And boring, dirty, contagious
Loves kids but kids love him for what he's not
Or love him for that he'll only be after having a wet rod
From hard to soft, the fallout, the remorse
His unwise acts are printed on his face
A book without pages, a moral worth two francs fifty
The poisonous foreskin, the shiny skin
Constrained by dogmas and societal code
Partitioned by the effort to be what he is not
Authoritarian love with erased feelings
Liking to deflower pre-pubescent girl

[Chorus: Damso]
Clears his head (mmh), clears his head (tutututu)
He clears his head, Julien likes kids (aouh)
Clears his head (palapapapalala), clears his head (palapapapalala)
He clears his head, Julien likes kids
[Bridge: Damso & Elisa Meliani]
- Hello
- Hello
- Are you all right?
- Yes, I'm fine
- How do you call yourself?
- My name is Julien
- Hum

[Verse 2: Damso]
Misunderstood but understands that we will not be able to understand him, recurring insomnia, thinks about what people think
Julien lives his vices and acts without getting caught
Julien goes through crises, shouts and yells to be heard
Renowned hospitals, marginal psychologists
Sessions with huge amounts, middle of Northern Paris
Loves people but people love him for that he's not
Constantly in the embarrassment caused by his wrongs
Julien is your neighbor, Julien is your husband (yes)
Julien is probably the other one, Julien is probably him (yes)
Chameleon in nature, playwright's mistake
In suit and tie in a lifeless office
What kind of life do you live when you don't have the life you want?
Who are we when we can only be what we can be?
Constrained by dogmas and societal code
Partitioned by the effort to be what we are not
Is there a medicine, a science for what we reject?
Is there a window, a slot or a piece of window?
No one knows each other, but everyone claims to know each other
A mistake of nature, whose fault is it?
[Chorus: Damso & Elisa Meliani]
Clears his head (mmh), clears his head (tutututu)
He clears his head, Julien likes kids (aouh)
Clears his head (palapapapalala), clears his head (palapapapalala)
He clears his head, Julien likes kids

[Outro: Damso & Elisa Meliani]
Palapapapalala, palapapapalala
Clears his head, Julien likes kids (aouh)
Clears his head