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 off? Just lookin' 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 what 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 In my underway Oh, man what I used to be Montezuma to Tripoli Oh, man oh my oh me