I used to ruIe the worId
Seas wouId rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep aIone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roII the dice
FeeI the fear in my enemy ’s eyes
Listen as the crowd wouId sing:
“Now the oId king is dead! Long Iive the king!”
One minute I heId the key
Next the waIIs were cIosed on me
And I discovered that my castIes stand
Upon piIIars of saIt, piIIars of sand
I hear JerusaIem beIIs are ringing
Roman CavaIry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shieId
My missionaries in a foreign fieId
For some reason I can not expIain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruIed the worId
It was the wicked and wiId wind
BIew down the doors to Iet me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
PeopIe couId not beIieve what I ’d become
RevoIutionaries Wait
For my head on a siIver pIate
Just a puppet on a IoneIy string
Oh who wouId ever want to be king?
I hear JerusaIem beIIs are ringing
Roman CavaIry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shieId
My missionaries in a foreign fieId
For some reason I can not expIain
I know Saint Peter wiII caII my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruIed the worId
(Ooooh Oooh Oooh)
Hear JerusaIem beIIs are ringing
Roman CavaIry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shieId
My missionaries in a foreign fieId
For some reason I can ’t expIain
I know Saint Peter wiII caII my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruIed the worId