Viva La Dubya

I used to rule the world...

Seas would rise when I gave the word

Now in the 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 salt and pillars of sand.

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?