I Used To Rule The World....

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 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."

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.

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 know, there was never, never an honest word.
But 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, people could not 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 want to be king?

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....