3rd Crusade - Cowboy Junkies

King Richard came upon them

3000 I am told

Slit their stomachs in search of jewels

In search of Islams gold.

On the road from Acre

They’re crucifying thieves

Crows are pecking at their eyes

While the hypocrites run free

I’ve been told that you’ve been bold

Believing in the shit that you’ve been sold

And I hear that you fear the way

a simple damn dream can disappear

They marched on through the seasons

The skies lit by burning hills

They gobbled up the cities

To the sound of raging bells

When they reached the Holy Land

They gave their thanks to God

They hammered on the Temple stones

And crushed the filthy mob.

I’ve been told that you’ve been bold

Believing in the shit that you’ve been sold

And I hear that you fear the way

a simple damn dream can disappear

The rich they still get richer

The poor still spill their blood

The poppies grow in Kandahar

And the oil still flows in Saud.