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