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.

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Writer(s): BERNARD BONVOISIN, NORBERT KRIEF