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 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