Montezuma

So now I am older than my mother and father

when they had their daughter

now what does that say about me

Oh how could I dream of such a selfless and true love

could I wash my hands of

just looking out for me

Oh man what I used to be

Oh man oh my oh me

Oh man what I used to be

Oh man oh my oh me

In dearth or in excess

both the slave and the empress

will return to the dirt I guess, naked as when they came

I wonder if I'll see any faces above me

or just cracks in the ceiling

nobody else to blame

Oh man what I used to be

Oh man oh my oh me

Oh man that I used to be

Oh man oh my oh me

Gold teeth and gold jewelry

every piece of your dowry

throw them into the tomb with me

bury them with my name

Unless I have someday

Ran my wandering mind away

Oh man what I used to be

Montezuma to Tripoli

Oh man oh my oh me