6-ZONE

 

 

               I used to rule the world

Seas would rise when I gave the word

                       Now in the morning I sweep 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 sind:

"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 I castles stand

                          Upon pillars of song,pillars of sand

 

I hear Jerusalem's bell's 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 your know there was never,never an honest word          

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 could not belive 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's bell's 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 will call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

 

 

                                    

 

 

                                                                                                                        _THE END