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