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 meOh man, what I used to be
Oh man, oh my, oh me
Oh man that I used to be
Oh man, oh my, oh meIn dearth or in excess
Both the slave and the empress
Will return to the dirt I guess
Naked as when they cameI wonder if I'll see
Any faces above me
Or just cracks in the ceiling
Nobody else to blameOh man, what I used to be
Oh man, oh my, oh me
Oh man that I used to be
Oh man, oh my, oh meGold teeth and gold jewelry
Every piece of your dowry
Throw them into the tomb with me
Bury them with my nameUnless I have someday
Ran my wandering mind awayOh man, what I used to be
Montezuma to Tripoli
Oh man, oh my, oh me