King

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..

One minute I held the key.
Next the walls were closed on me, And I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand...

It was the wicked 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.
Just a puppet on a lonely string.
Oh, who would ever wanna 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 word.
But that was when I ruled the world...