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.