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 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 some day

Ran my wandering mind away

Oh

Oh, man, what I used to be

Montezuma to Tripoli

Oh, man, oh my, oh me