Viva la Vida
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now every 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 walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of sand
Pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, and my sword and my shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone 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?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, and my sword and my shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St. Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, and my sword and my shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St. Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now every 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 walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of sand
Pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, and my sword and my shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone 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?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, and my sword and my shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St. Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, and my sword and my shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St. Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Mark Buckland, Christopher Anthony John Martin, William Champion, Guy Rupert Berryman
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