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King Richard came upon them3000 |
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I am toldSlit their stomachs in search of jewels |
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In search of |
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Islams gold. |
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On the road from |
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AcreThey're crucifying thieves |
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Crows are pecking at their eyes |
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While the hypocrites run free |
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I've been told that you've been bold |
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Believing in the shit that you've been sold |
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And I hear that you fear the way |
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A simple damn dream can disappear |
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They marched on through the seasons |
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The skies lit by burning hills |
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They gobbled up the cities |
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To the sound of raging bells |
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When they reached the |
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Holy LandThey gave their thanks to |
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GodThey hammered on the |
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Temple stones |
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And crushed the filthy mob. |
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I've been told that you've been bold |
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Believing in the shit that you've been sold |
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And I hear that you fear the way |
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A simple damn dream can disappear |
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The rich they still get richer |
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The poor still spill their blood |
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The poppies grow in |
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KandaharAnd the oil still flows in |
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Saud. |
