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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