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 wall were closed on me
And i discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a 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 explainListen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute i held the key
Next the wall were closed on me
And i discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And 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 have 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 a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shieldNever an honest word
And 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 have 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 a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason i can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when i ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem bells a 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 won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when i ruled the world
For some reason i can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when i ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem bells a 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 won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when i ruled the world