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
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 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
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 Oh, man what I used to be
 Montezuma to Tripoli
 Oh, man oh my oh me