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 enemies 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

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't explain
Once you 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 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?

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 won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

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



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Look out

Where it's at
I know karma's coming to pay me back
Im with the sweetest thang thats on the map
I broke her heart in 30 seconds flat
In 30 seconds flat

Now how did i
Just how did I become that kind of guy
To look at girl and lie right in the eye
My momma told me willy that aint right
Boy now that aint right

Im s s s sorry
Im s s s sorry
I didnt mean to break your heart [2]
Im s s s sorry
Im s s s sorry
I didnt mean to break ya
B b b b break it baby
Look baby
Im a heartbreaker [6]
Im a heart
A h h h h im a heart
A h h h im a

Where she go
I got some things I gotta let her know
To fix the love now its impossible
But baby baby if we take it slow
If we take it slow
We can make it work
We just cant throw the love down in the dirt
You probly think that im a f**kin jerk cause the way I let you down it made you hurt

I didnt mean to make you hurt

Im s s s sorry
Im s s s sorry
I didnt mean to break your heart [2]
Im s s s sorry
Im s s s sorry
I didnt mean to break ya
B b b b break it baby
Look baby
Im a heartbreaker [6]
Im a heart
A h h h h im a heart
A h h h ima

Break it down
Lets break it down [roughly 15]

So so so sorry
So so so sorry
A la la la
La la la la
La la la la

Im s s s sorry
Im s s s sorry
I didnt mean to break your heart [2]
Im s s s sorry
Im s s s sorry
I didnt mean to break ya
B b b b break it baby
Look baby
Im a heartbreaker [6]
Im a heart
A h h h h im a heart
A h h h ima


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for the whole of last week i experienced what it was like to be a bespectacled person.

the thing that amazed me the most, however mundane and insignificant it may sound, was that my glasses really fogged up when i got off the air-conditioned bus and i got pretty peeved about it. then the whole humour of the incident came down on me and i started laughing as i took down my spanking new black-rimmed spectacles to wipe clear the lens.

if you know me well, you should know i'm one of those psycho-weird kids who used to sit uber near infront of the teevee and read lying down on the bed with dim light etc because i was adamant about spoiling my eyesight so i could wear funky cool glasses. it was like 9/10 of my classmates wore it and i didn't want to be the 1/10 to stand out.

the day i went out with esther and chanced upon the glasses overdue realisation dawned upon me once again that my face shape is rather unsuitable for any kind of accessory, spectacles definitely included.

thankfully my mother was quite strict about it and her relentless nagging proved to be useful;
out of my family of 5, i'm the only one sans glasses [i guess my father doesn't count; his is old folks specs.]

luckily the black-rimmed ones [which i had become extremely interested in after seeing the miraculous transformation mr m. went through after getting a pair] looked rather comfortable sitting on my nose bridge, and i grew rather fond of them and got them right away without hestitation of any sort. esther says she was surprised.
then again, when am i not surprising?

but, i like it.

the feeling of wear spectacles.
it makes me feel smart.
i like to push the side of the frame with my right hand. nudge it when i'm talking, or when it's sliding off. thankfully im not one of those misfortunate flat-nose-bridged, short-sighted people who suffer miserably under the torment of the constant slipping down of the specs off their nose bridge.


i like it. i feel like when i look through the specs, i feel like i'm protected.
i feel like it's not so bad, that i don't have to be exactly face to face with anyone, or anything for that matter.
not you, not him, not her, not anyone.



and i'm not sure how i look,
because the other raggers kept laughing when they saw me with my glasses,

but who cares,
i like it anyway.