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 o~~wn.
I used to roll the dice,
feel the fear in my enemy's eye~~s.
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 o~n me.
And I discovered that my castles stand
upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand.
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing,
roman cavalry choirs a-singing.
Be my mirror my sword and shie~ld,
my missionaries in a foreign fie~ld.
For some reason I can't explain,
once you'd gone there was never,
never an honest word.
That was when I ruled the world.
It was a wicked and wi~ld 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 hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing,
roman cavalry choirs a-singing.
Be my mirror, my sword and shie~ld,
my missionaries in a foreign fie~ld.
For some reason I can't explain,
I know St. Peter won't ca~ll my name.
Never an honest word,
but that was when I ruled the world
Ooooooh
Ooooooh
Ooooooh
Ooooooh
Oooh
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing,
roman cavalry choirs a-singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shie~ld,
my missionaries in a foreign fie~ld.
For some reason I can't explain,
I know St. Peter won't ca~ll my na~me.
Never an honest word,
but that was when I ruled the world
This song is in English.