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, that I used to be Oh man, oh my, oh me Gold teeth and gold j**elry 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