I used to rule the world, Seas would rise when I gave the word, Now in the morning I sleep alone, Sweep the streets I used to roam. I used to roll the dice, Feel the fear in my enemy's 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 are closed on me, And I discover that my castle stands, Upon pitters of salt and pitters of sand. I hear Jerusalem bells are 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 go there was never, Never an honest world, And that was where I ruled the world. It was a white wind, Blew down the doors to let me in, Shattered windows and a sound of drums, People couldn't believe what I've become, Now the revolutionaries wait, For my head on a silver plate, Just a puppet on a lonely string, Oh, who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells are 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, I know Saint Peter won't call my name, Never an honest world, And that was where I ruled the world. Oh... I hear Jerusalem bells And that was when I ruled the world