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 that 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 some day

Ran my wandering mind away



Oh, man, what I used to be

Montezuma to Tripoli

Oh, man; oh, my; oh, me