Slideshow pmv #21 - Boob Lust EM02

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 castle stood

Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerry's cello bells are ringing

Roman cavalry choirs are singing

A beaver, a mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in the foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

Once a year gone, I was never, never alone

This world, 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

Or whoever one of you came

The 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't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Ever heard all this word

But that was when I ruled the world

Peter Jefferson the bells were ringing

Roman Catholic choirs were singing

Beaver, mirror, my soul, and shield

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