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