Montezuma-Fleet Foxes
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 what I used to be
Oh man oh my oh me
In dirth 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
In my underway
Oh man what I used to be
Montezuma to tripoli
Oh man oh my oh me