• Is this the real life
    Is this just fantasy
    Caught in a landslide
    No escape from reality

    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

    Tonight there’s gonna be a fight, so if you need a place to go
    Got two room slum a magnum 7 gun, and the cops don’t never show

    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!"

    Im just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
    Because Im easy come,easy go,
    A little high, little low,
    Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me

    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

    If you think it’s crazy you ain’t seen a thing
    Just wait until we’re going down in Flames

    We are we are the saints we signed our life away
    Doesn’t matter what you think
    We’re gonna do it anyway
    We are we are the saints one day you will confess
    And pray to the saints of Los Angeles

    Too late, my time has come,
    Sends shivers down my spine
    Bodys aching all the time,
    Goodbye everybody Ive got to go
    Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth


    I hear Jerusalem 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 will call my name
    Never an honest word
    But that was when I ruled the world

    Don’t you say it’s crazy, you don’t know a thing
    Just wait until we’re going down in Flames

    We are we are the saints we signed our life away
    Doesn’t matter what you think, we’re gonna do it anyway
    We are we are the saints one day you will confess
    And pray to the saints of Los Angeles

    I see a little silhouetto of a man,
    Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango
    Thunderbolt and lightnin very very frightening me
    Galileo,galileo
    Galileo galileo
    Galileo figaro magnifico
    But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me
    Hes just a poor boy from a poor family
    Spare him his life from this monstrosity
    Easy come easy go-,will you let me go
    Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go
    Bismillah! we will not let you go let him go
    Bismillah! we will not let you go let me go
    Will not let you go let me go
    Will not let you go let me go
    No,no,no,no,no,no,no
    Mama mia mama mia mama mia let me go
    Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me ,for me, for me

    We are we are the saints we signed our life away
    Doesn’t matter what you think, we’re gonna do it anyway
    We are we are the saints one day you will confess
    And pray to the saints of Los Angeles

    Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings
    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 will call my name
    Never an honest word
    But that was when I ruled the world

    Nothing really matters,
    Anyone can see,

    We are we are the saints we signed our life away
    Doesn’t matter what you think, we’re gonna do it anyway
    We are we are the saints one day you will confess
    And pray to the saints of Los Angeles

    Any way the wind blows....