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 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
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
It was the 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?