Viva la vida

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 keys
next the doors were closed on me
and I discovered that my castles stand
upon pillars of salt, 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 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 wanna 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

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.