So now I am older than my mother and father We may have their daughter
Now what does that say about me?
Oh how could I dream of such a selfless and true love?
Or could I wash my hands of just looking out for me?
Oh man, what I used to be, oh man, oh my oh
Oh man, what I used to be, oh man, oh my oh
In dirt or in accent, both the slave and the empress Will return to the dirt, I guess, naked as we're making
I wonder if I see any faces above me Or just cracks in the ceiling, nobody else to blame for
Oh man, what I used to be, oh man, oh my oh
Oh 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 made my wandering mind awake
Oh man, what I used to be, oh man, oh my oh
Oh man, what I used to be, oh man, oh my oh
