Anonymous

I found you racing in the desert driving a work of art

And pulsing through your veins with the blood of the Lion Heart

My friend it’s later than you think and the light’s about to fade 

And if we don’t start to hurry 

We will miss out on the crusade

They will take psychedelic drugs and drink to the faithful departed 

And sleep with a woman who has no name and leave her broken hearted 

Crusader, crusader, it is you who they despise 

Child of the invader cursed with foreign blue eyes 

My friend they will never understand 

For they have never seen 

How the desert turned to water and 

The ocean turned to sand 

Matador matador hear the crowd as it roars

And they do not know what death is 

For they have never been alive 

Father why should I care

If a thousand dead men die?