I used to rule the world
Seas would rise
when I gave the word
Seas would rise
when I gave the word
Now in the morning
I sleep alone
Sweep the streets
I used to own
I sleep alone
Sweep the streets
I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear
in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead
long live the king
Feel the fear
in my enemies eyes
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 on me
And I discovered that
my castle stands
Upon pillars of salt,
and pillars of sand
Next the walls were
closed on me
And I discovered that
my castle stands
Upon pillars of salt,
and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs
are singing
Be my mirror
my sword and shield
My missionaries
in a foreign field
For some reason
I can't explain
Once you'd gone
it was never,
never an honest word
That was
when I ruled the world
Roman Cavalry choirs
are singing
Be my mirror
my sword and shield
My missionaries
in a foreign field
For some reason
I can't explain
Once you'd gone
it was never,
never an honest word
That was
when I ruled the world
It was the wicked
and wild wind
Blew down the doors
to let me in
Shattered windows and
the sound of drums
and wild wind
Blew down the doors
to let me in
Shattered windows and
the sound of drums
People couldn't believe
what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet
on a lonely string
Oh...who would ever
wanna be king
on a lonely string
Oh...who would ever
wanna be king
I hear Jerusalem bells
were ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs
were singing
Be my mirror,
my sword and shield
My missionaries
in a foreign field
For some reason
I can't explain
I know St. Peter won't
call my name
Never an honest word
But that was
when I ruled the world
were ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs
were singing
Be my mirror,
my sword and shield
My missionaries
in a foreign field
For some reason
I can't explain
I know St. Peter won't
call my name
Never an honest word
But that was
when I ruled the world
Whoaaa
Whoaaa
Whoaaa
Whoaaa
Whoaaa
Whoaaa
Whoaaa
(Whoa...)
Hear Jerusalem bells
were ringing
(Whoa...)
Roman Cavalry choirs
were singing
(Whoa...)
Be my mirror,
my sword and shield
(Whoa...)
My missionaries
in a foreign field
(Whoa...)
For some reason
I can't explain
(Whoa...)
I know St. Peter won't
call my name
Never an honest word
But that was
when I ruled the world
Hear Jerusalem bells
were ringing
(Whoa...)
Roman Cavalry choirs
were singing
(Whoa...)
Be my mirror,
my sword and shield
(Whoa...)
My missionaries
in a foreign field
(Whoa...)
For some reason
I can't explain
(Whoa...)
I know St. Peter won't
call my name
Never an honest word
But that was
when I ruled the world
song info:
Verified yes
LanguageEnglish
GenreRock, Alternative, Indie, Pop
Rank636 (−342)
Duration00:04:02
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Copyright ©Universal Music Publishing Group
WriterChristopher A. J. Martin, Guy Rupert Berryman, Jonathan Mark Buckland, William Champion
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
AddedMay 11th, 2008
Last updatedMarch 7th, 2022
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Now That's What I Call Music, Vol. 28 / track 17
Now That's What I Call Music (New Zealand) compilation series
Now That's What I Call Music (New Zealand) compilation series