Crusader

I'm a damned fool crusader, cut first and think later 

not a windmill that I wouldn't fight 

Well me and Quixote well we'll mount Rocinante 

and run tilting at whatever's in sight 

 

And it's “Hey see you later” and “Prepare to meet your maker” 

as one more devil goes down 

With a lance and a saber here comes the crusader 

Dragon-slayer in search of a crown 

And people look on, wonder what the hell's wrong with a raver 

Running windmills to ground 

Well he's just a crusader, and sooner or later 

Them blades will bring him back around 

He's just a crusader 

 

No moderator, either lover or hater,

self-righteous as a reformed whore 

But brush back the hay from my rusty old blade

and I'll be out there ready for war 

 

And it's “Hey see you later” and “Prepare to meet your maker” 

as one more devil goes down 

With a lance and a saber here comes the crusader 

Dragon-slayer in search of a crown 

And people look on, wonder what the hell's wrong with a raver 

Running windmills to ground 

Well he's just a crusader, and sooner or later 

Them blades will bring him back around 

He's just a crusader 

 

Bruised and beleaguered he's alone on the field,

slashing at shadows and lights 

Not hitting nothing, just stabbing the sun,

and swearing by god that I'm right 

 

And it's “Hey see you later” and “Prepare to meet your maker” 

as one more devil goes down 

With a lance and a saber here comes the crusader 

Dragon-slayer in search of a crown 

And people look on, wonder what the hell's wrong with a raver 

Running windmills to ground 

Well he's just a crusader, and sooner or later 

Them blades will bring him back around 

He's just a crusader

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