seas would rise when i gave the world
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 enemys eyes
listen as the crowd would sing:
“now the old king is dead! Long live the king!”
one minute i held the key
and i discovered that my castle stand
upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
i hear jerusalem bells a ringing
roman cavarly choirs are singing
be my mirror, my sword and shield
my missionaries in a foreign field
for same reason i cant explain
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 couldnt 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 hear jerusalem bells a ringing
roman cavarly choirs are singing
be my mirror, my sword and shield
my missionaries in a foreign field
for same reason i cant 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 cavarly choirs are singing
be my mirror, my sword and shield
my missionaries in a foreign field
for same reason i cant explain
i know saint peter won’t call my name
never an honest word
but that was when i ruled the world
