Oh, oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh oh,
Oh oh-oh oh, whoa oh-oh, oh-oh oh,
Oh-oh oh, a oh-oh oh

I used [bad word] the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets that I used to own

Oh, oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh oh,
Oh oh-oh oh, oh-oh oh, oh-oh oh,
Oh-oh oh, a oh oh oh

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 [bad word] bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my Chris and I'll be your Gwyneth
My missionaries hiding in foreign trenches

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an h-h-h-h-honest word
And that was when [bad word] the world

Oh, oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh oh,
Oh oh-oh oh, oh-oh oh, oh-oh oh,
Oh-oh oh, a oh-oh oh

It was the wicked and a wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of [bad word] People couldn't believe what I've [bad word] 
Revolutionaries wait
For my blonde head on a silver plate
Just a GaGa on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be queen?

I hear [bad word] bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my Chris and I'll be your Gwyneth
My missionaries hiding in foreign trenches

For some reason that I can't explain
I know Yves Saint Laraunt no he won't call my name
Never an h-h-h-h-honest word
But that was when [bad word] the world

Now I'm doing my very best not to mess up all the words but, a strong apology to Coldplay, but I think otherwise it's a good job

Oh, oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh oh,
Oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh, oh-oh oh,
Oh oh-oh oh,

I hear [bad word] bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my Chris and I'll be your Gwyneth
The Fame won't change us if we don't let it

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Mary won't call my name
Never an h-honest word
But that was when [bad word] the world