Lyrics

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