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, 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 mind away Oh man, what I used to be Montezuma to Tripoli Oh man, oh my, oh me --- Montezuma - Fleet Foxes