Rated R Crusaders Songtext
von Ezra Furman

Rated R Crusaders make a break for the exit
Instant mashed potatoes and a bottle of Pepsi
Kill or be killed, I′m having some trouble deciding
Traded my possessions for the car that I'm driving

I′ve got this sinking feeling
I've got a secret I can't tell
A premonition that Jerusalem will fall again tonight

Thirteen syllables and I′ll be making my exit
I will only say I′m warning you once and that's it
If you missed the point then you can look up the lyric
Soldiers posted up like get out workin′ the night shift


I don't wanna hear
Prophecies of fear
I don′t feel a feeling but the need to take care of my business now
Get outta town
Get outta town

When you picture me, it does not matter what you see
You thought I was on your side but I'm just out for peace
I′m not gonna tell you what it is I think that means
Polarising binary is really not my scene

Well, here's a picture for you
A pool of blood on the backseat
A burning city in a rearview mirror smudged with honey
Get outta town
Get outta town
Get outta town
Get outta town