It was the wicked and a wild wind Like just The Doors love her Madley and let her in Shattered windows and the sound of drums People couldn't believe what I've become
Revolutionaries wait For my blonde head on a silver plate Just a GaGa on a lonely string Oh who would ever want to be queen?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my Chris and I'll be your Gwyneth My missionaries hiding in foreign trenches
For some reason that I can't explain I know Yves Saint Laraunt no he won't call my name Never an h-h-h-h-honest word But that was when I ruled the world
Now I'm doing my very best not to mess up all the words but, a strong apology to Coldplay, but I think otherwise it's a good job