I used [bad word] 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 worlds were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear [bad word] bells are ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singin
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionary's in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you've gone it was never
Never an honest word
And that was when [bad word] the world

It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of [bad word] People couldn't believe what I'd [bad word] 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 [bad word] bells are ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singin
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionary's in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when [bad word] the world

I hear [bad word] bells are ringing
Roman cavalry chiors are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionary's in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when [bad word] the world