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.