The crusaders and their stooges
All you renegade rulers
All you spotlight fugitives

All you shakers, all you movers
All you cutthroat dealers
And you small-time users

All you turncoat schemers
All you victors, all you losers


You play the king and you play the pawn
You give up and you soldier on
This is the last crusade we're on

This is the last crusade we're on

There's a lighthouse on a battered shore

Gotta fight now, never mattered more
And the black tongues spitting poison
Spare no one

Gotta keep on, gotta keep on
Till the Ghosts of War come marching in
They've been reborn, they're free from sin


You play the king and you play the pawn
You give up and you soldier on

This is the last crusade we're on

This is the last crusade we're on

You play the king and you play the pawn
You give up and you soldier on




This is the last crusade we're on

This is the last crusade we're on

Now tell me, who do I look like to you?

Someone you thought you knew
Drinking wine in the afternoon
A rebel today is tomorrow's tycoon

Arm in arm, arm in arm
We are our father's sons and daughters, one by one
Marching off to kingdom come

And we're hunting down
We're trying to find


The architects of the wasted mind
And the way we laugh and the way we live
Brace for the aftermath

Something's got to give

You play the king and you play the pawn

You give up and you soldier on
This is the last crusade we're on
This is the last crusade we're on

You play the king and you play the pawn
You give up and you soldier on
This is the last crusade we're on

This is the last crusade we're on