I used to rule the world |
Seas would rise when I gave the word |
Now in the morning I sleep alone |
Sweep the streets I used to own |
I used to roll the dice |
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes |
Listen as the crowd would sing: |
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" |
One minute I held the key |
Next the walls were closed on me |
And I discovered that my castles stand |
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand |
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing |
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing |
Be my mirror, my sword, and shield |
My missionaries in a foreign field |
For some reason I can't explain |
Once you go there was never, never an honest word |
That was when I ruled the world |
It was the wicked and wild wind |
Blew down the doors to let me in. |
Shattered windows and the sound of drums |
People couldn't believe what I'd become |
Revolutionaries wait |
For my head on a silver plate |
Just a puppet on a lonely string |
Oh who would ever want to be king? |
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing |
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing |
Be my mirror, my sword, and shield |
My missionaries in a foreign field |
For some reason I can't explain |
I know Saint Peter will call my name, |
never an honest word |
But that was when I ruled the world |
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh) x2 |
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing |
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing |
Be my mirror, my sword, and shield |
My missionaries in a foreign field |
For some reason I can't explain |
I know Saint Peter will call my name, |
never an honest word |
But that was when I ruled the world |
Bridge: |
x2 |
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh |