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I used to rule the
would when I gave the word
Now in the morning I
Sweep the streets I used to own
I to roll the dice
the fear in my enemies
as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild
Blew down the doors to let me in.
windows and the sound of drums
People not 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 to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear bells are
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I Saint will my name
Never an honest word
But that was I the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
would when I gave the word
Now in the morning I
Sweep the streets I used to own
I to roll the dice
the fear in my enemies
as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem are ringing
Roman choirs are singing
Be my my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild
Blew down the doors to let me in.
windows and the sound of drums
People not 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 to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear bells are
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I Saint will my name
Never an honest word
But that was I the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
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