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.