I HEAR JERUSALEM BELLS A’RINGIN; ROMAN CAVALRY CHOIRS SINGIN; BE MY MIRROR, MY SWORD, MY SHIELD. MY MISSIONARIES IN A FOREIGN FEILD; FOR SOME REASON I CAN’T EXPLAIN. I KNOW ST. PETER WON’T CALL MY NAME. THERE NEVER, NEVER WAS AN HONEST WORD; BUT THAT WAS WHEN I RULED THE WORLD