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