Every fable you've
ever sown
In every building
you've ever owned
Any chance to
cheat or beat the clock
With every oil
slick sticking to the rocks
What you see is
what you get
Manhattan skyline,
a California sunset
Truth decay and
the breadline poor
But honey's what
the bees make Conquistador
Conquistador
Whatta ya fighting
for
Whatta ya want
from life
You've got such
an appetite for more
They laid down
the Incas
You lay down
the law
So hungry for
more like Conquistadors
Whatta ya fighting
for
Only the lonely
big leather chair
Holds its position
year after year
With every wave
on every shore
You wash away
your sins like Conquistadors
Conquistador
Whatta ya fighting
for
Whatta ya want
from life
You've got such
an appetite for more
They laid down
the Incas
You lay down
the law
So hungry for
more like Conquistadors
Oh they laid
down the Incas
You lay down
the law
So hungry for
more like Conquistadors
Whatta ya fighting
for
So where's the
party
Your sense of
humor
Rumors on Wall
Street
They're diggin'
up
Montezuma
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