Reneés blogg

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
Listened 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 a-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'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was a 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?

I hear Jerusalem bells a-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 St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

I hear Jerusalem bells a-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 St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

HEJ ALLA BARN!
Jag lova min kära vän maia att jag skulle blogga så....
Idag när jag cykla hem från skolan så såg jag det fulaste i mitt liv!
en kvilla hade GULA höga skor (typ lite under knät),
sen VITA STRUMPOR som stack upp, ni vet så som vi ungdomar har,
sen INGA byxor/srumpbyxor elr nått sånt helt bara ben,
sen en beige TRENCHCOAT till att toppa det med.

Jag var bara tvungen att dela med mej av denna hemska händelse!


BEVAKA MEJ! <3