3rd Crusade:

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.