Crusaders

You can't believe

Anything you say

Bodies revealed

Broken in worship

Children are piled

Higher than the sun

Bend your will to the conversation

You're not the one



On and on and fight

Ordinary people

Just go on and on and fight

Ordinary people



See that promised place

It's all paper

And that liberation purpose

It's vapor, baby

The world's a bigger place

Than you were advised

And most of it is ocean

To wash away the people that you most despise



(Sweet Jesus)



Anything you say