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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 enemies' eyes,
Listen as the crowd would sing,
"Now the old is King 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 here 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
Once you go, it 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 want to be king?
I here 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 here 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.
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