Dirty Heads – Viva La Vida chords

[Verse]
           Db       Eb                Ab                  Fm                          Db    EbI used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word.  Now in the morning I sleep alone
           Ab               Fm              Db        Eb            Ab                FmSweep the streets I used to own.  I used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
                Db         Eb                Ab             F                                 Db      EbListen as the crowd would sing "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"  One minute I held the key
          Ab                   Fm                     Db        Eb                     Ab               FmNext the walls were closed on me I discovered that my castles stand Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
           Db               Eb                  Ab          Fm            Db                     EbI hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield
            Ab                 Fm          Db               Eb                Ab           Fm        DbMy missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Once you knew there was never never an
         Eb                     Ab            Fmhonest word  And that was when I ruled the world

                      Db   Eb                  Ab               Fm                         Db        EbIt was the wicked and wild wind. Blew down the doors to let me in Shatered windows and the sound of drums
                  Ab               Fm                Db   Eb          Ab              Fm               DbPeople couldn't believe what I'd become Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver plate Just a puppet on
           Eb            Ab               Fm                  Db              Eb               Aba lonely string Oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are
Fm              Db                   Eb            Ab                    Fm             Db              Ebsinging Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain
            Ab                  Db                Db    Eb               Ab              FmI know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world.




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