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I used to rule the
would rise I the
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
as the sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long the king!"
One I the key
the walls closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and of sand
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are
Be my my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
could not what I'd become
Revolutionaries
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror my sword and
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an word
And that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear Jerusalem bells are
Roman choirs are singing
Be my my and shield
My in a foreign
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest
But that was when I the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
would rise I the
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
as the sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long the king!"
One I the key
the walls closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and of sand
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are
Be my my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For reason I can't explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
could not what I'd become
Revolutionaries
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry are singing
Be my mirror my sword and
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an word
And that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear Jerusalem bells are
Roman choirs are singing
Be my my and shield
My in a foreign
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest
But that was when I the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
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