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 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 would close on me.
And I discovered my castles sand on pillars of salt and pillars of sand.
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing, Roman Catholic choirs are singing,
Be my mirror, my sword, my shield, my missionaries in a foreign field,
For some reason I can't explain, once you'd gone, there was never an
honest word. And that was when I ruled the world.