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 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 Chris and I'll be your Gwyneth My missionaries hiding in foreign trenches
For some reason I can't explain Once you go there was never Never an h-h-h-h-honest word And that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and a wild wind Blew down the doors to let me 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 cold play, but I think otherwise it's a good job