I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone...
Sweep the 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 castle stand upon the pillars of salts pillars of sand.
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman calvery choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword, my shield, my missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain ...once you gone there was never
Never an honest word and that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Lew down doors to let me in
Shuttered windows and sounds of drums
People couldnt believe what I've become
Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would never want to be king!
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman calvery choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword, my shield, my missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Know Saint Peter wont call my name
Never an honest word and that was when I ruled the world.