Crusades

She was holding somebody's hand,

I forget who it was I am.

Giving up the crusades for a while,

I can't crawl another mile.

The rags are torn,

the sheets are tattered,

rat-a-tat and all the tribes scattered.

She'll be hanging out in hotel rooms,

I'll be tucked away in underground tombs.

Now I'm finally giving up crusades,

when I realized no one could be saved.

Dusty gashes we were seeing,

this giant airfield came into being.

the harnessed power and force of a million;

faithful followers who sold their children.

Some return with souvenirs,

stick a heart in your boutonnière.

Some return with tales of glory,

all the fucking stories bore me.

Now I'm finally giving up crusades,

when I realized no one can be saved.

Say I know when I just don't know.

Say I love you, I don't just know.

I was a pretender to the throne,

I knew my cover'd be blown.

Never could be that dogmatic,

whose to blame if I just heard static?

Never known the truth of a zealot,

whose to blame if I just can't spell it?

Never known true righteousness

just the safety and vague red lust.

I know I'll be back again someday.