"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 not explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world"
(Martin/BucklandChampion/Berryman)
Sicer pa, Lucas!
Rafa ga bo za kazen zaprl za en teden v sobo skupaj s Škrtelom, da ga nauči kozjih molitvic. Skorajda bi bil pohabil soigralca....
No George Gillet, No DIC
No Tommy Hicks, No Rick Parry
David Moores was a prat
Sold our club to useless twats
Long live Ben-i-tez, Viva Ben-i-tez, Rafa Ben-i-tez
Say Raf-a-el Ben-i-tez, Raf-a-el Ben-i-tez
