I used to rule the world,
seas would rise when I
gave the word.
Now in the morning I
sleep alone,
sweep the streets that I
used to own.
I used to roll the dice,
feel the fear in my
enemy's eyes.
Listened 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 Calvary
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’d
gone 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'd become
Revolutionaries wait,
for my head on a silver
plate.
Just a puppet on a
lonely string,
oh, who would ever wanna
to be king?
I hear
Jerusalem bells a-ringing,
Roman Calvary
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
I hear
Jerusalem bells are ringing,
Roman Calvary
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
(Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh)
