C | D | G | Em | x2 |
C | D | |
I used to | rule the | world |
G | Em | |
Seas would | rise when I gave the | word |
C | D | |
Now in the morning I | sleep | alone |
G | Em | |
Sweep the | streets I used to | own |
C | D | G | Em | x2 | |
C | D | |
I used to | roll the | dice |
G | Em | |
Feel the | fear in my enemy's | eyes |
C | D | |
Listen as the | crowd would | sing: |
G | Em | |
"Now the | old king is dead! | Long live the king!" |
C | D | |
One minute I | held the | key |
G | Em | |
Next the | walls were closed on | me |
C | D | |
And I discovered that my | castles s | tand |
G | Em | |
Upon | pillars of salt and | pillars of sand |
C | D | |
I | hear Jerusalem | bells are ringing |
G | Em | |
Roman Cavalry | choirs are singing |
C | D | |
Be my mirror, my | sword, and shield |
G | Em | |
My | missionaries in a | foreign field |
C | D | |
For some reason I | can't explain |
G | Em | C | D | |
Once you go there was | never, never an | honest | word |
Bm | Em | |
That was | when I ruled the | world |
C | D | G | Em | x2 | |
C | D | |
It was the wicked and | wild | wind |
G | Em | |
Blew down the | doors to let me | in. |
C | D | |
Shattered windows and the | sound of | drums |
G | Em | |
People | couldn't believe what | I'd become |
C | D | |
Revolutio | naries | wait |
G | Em | |
For my | head on a silver | plate |
C | D | |
Just a puppet on a | lonely | string |
G | Em | |
Oh | who would ever want to be | king? |
C | D | |
I | hear Jerusalem | bells are ringing |
G | Em | |
Roman Cavalry | choirs are singing |
C | D | |
Be my mirror, my | sword, and shield |
G | Em | |
My | missionaries in a | foreign field |
C | D | |
For some reason I | can't explain |
G | Em | |
I | know Saint Peter won't | call my name , |
C | D | |
nev | er an honest | word |
Bm | Em | |
But that was | when I ruled the | world |
C | Em | x3 | |
D | x2 | |
C | D | G | Em | x2 | |
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh) |
C | D | |
I | hear Jerusalem | bells are ringing |
G | Em | |
Roman Cavalry | choirs are singing |
C | D | |
Be my mirror, my | sword, and shield |
G | Em | |
My | missionaries in a | foreign field |
C | D | |
For some reason I | can't explain |
G | Em | |
I | know Saint Peter won't | call my name , |
C | D | |
ne | ver an honest | word |
Bm | Em | |
But that was | when I ruled the | world |
C | D | G | Em | |
Oooo | oh Oo | oooh | Oooooh |