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 enemies 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 [bad word] bells are ringing 
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing 
Be my mirror my sword and shield 
My missionaries in a foreign field 
For some reason I can not explain 
Once you know there was never, 
never an honest word 
That was when [bad word] the world 

It was the wicked and wild wind 
Blew down the doors to let me in. 
Shattered windows and the sound of [bad word] 
People could not 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 singing 
Be my mirror my sword and shield 
My missionaries in a foreign field 
For some reason I can not explain 
I know Saint Peter won't call my name 
Never an honest word 
And that was when [bad word] the world 

I hear [bad word] bells are ringing 
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing 
Be my mirror my sword and shield 
My missionaries in a foreign field 
For some reason I can not explain 
I know Saint Peter won't call my name 
Never an honest word 
And that was when [bad word] the world