Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Guy Berryman
Bass Guitar
Jonny Buckland
Electric Guitar
Will Champion
Drums
Chris Martin
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Guy Berryman
Songwriter
Jonny Buckland
Songwriter
Will Champion
Songwriter
Chris Martin
Songwriter
Audrey Riley
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Simon Bryant
Editing Engineer
Tim Thompsett
Editing Engineer
Tom Watson
Editing Engineer
Olga Fitzroy
Additional Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Rik Simpson
Mixing Engineer
Dave Holmes
Producer
Julie Jakobek
Producer
Phil Harvey
Producer
Christian Green
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jim Parsons
Producer
S. Demetriou
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh) Let's go
(Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh)
You take it! You take it!
(Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh) Louder, louder
(Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh)
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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!"
[Verse 4]
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, pillars of sand
[Verse 5]
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason, I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
[Verse 6]
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
The shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
[Verse 7]
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
I'm just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh, who would ever want to be king?
[Verse 8]
Now I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason, I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
[Verse 9]
(Lights up!)
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!)
(Okay, let 'em hear!)
[Verse 10]
Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh-oh
[Verse 11]
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason, I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
[Verse 12]
Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh
(Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Whoa, oh, oh-oh, oh)
[Verse 13]
Everybody put your hands in the air, everybody put your hands in the air
Please, everybody, put your hands in the air
Written by: Chris Martin, Guy Berryman, Jonny Buckland, Will Champion