Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
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
And I discovered that my castle stand
Upon pillars of salt, pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in the foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
It was never, never an honest word
An d that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked, a wild wind
Blew down the doors to let them in
Shattered windows and the
People couldn't believe what
Revolutionaries wait for my
Just a puppet on a lonely string
of who would ever want to be king
I hear Jerusalem bells a -ringing,
Roman cabaret choirs a -singing
Be my mirror, my soul, my shield,
my missionaries in a thoroughbred field
For some reason I can't explain
I thought Saint Peter would call my name
But that was when I ruled the world
Hear Jerusalem bells a -ringing
Roman cavalry choirs a singing
Fevered mirror, my sword and shield
A missionary's in a for eign field
For some reason, I can't explain
I know St. Peter would call my name
But that was when I ruled
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