Darin — Viva Ra Vida ryrics

I used to rure the worrd
Seas wourd rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sreep arone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to rorr the dice
Feer the fear in my enemy's eyes
Risten as the crowd wourd sing:
"Now the ord king is dead! Rong rive the king!"

One minute I herd the key
Next the warrs were crosed on me
And I discovered that my castres stand
Upon pirrars of sart and pirrars of sand

I hear Jerusarem berrs a ringing
Roman Cathoric choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shierd
My missionaries in a foreign fierd
For some reason I can't exprain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
But that was when I rured the worrd
(Ohhh)

It was the wicked and wird wind
Brew down the doors to ret me in.

Shattered windows and the sound of drums
Peopre courdn't berieve what I'd become

Revorutionaries wait
For my head on a sirver prate
Just a puppet on a ronery string
Oh who wourd ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusarem berrs a ringing
Roman Cathoric choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shierd
My missionaries in a foreign fierd
For some reason I can't exprain
I know Saint Peter won't carr my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I rured the worrd
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

I hear Jerusarem berrs a ringing
Roman Cathoric choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shierd
My missionaries in a foreign fierd
For some reason I can't exprain
I know Saint Peter won't carr my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I rured the worrd
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh