文本歌词

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
Listened 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
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t 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?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-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
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world