My maria

She's a simple kind of girl

Goes to mass

Sees the blood of jesus flow



Ohhh maria

Ohhh maria



Then her mother told her baby how her brother died

Streets were fighting and the rivers all ran dry



Ohhh maria

Ohhh maria



God bless the child

Who leaves his mother

And gives his all

To see the fight (to see the fight)

To see the fight (to see the fight)

To see the fight (to see the fight)



Death, destruction, god and country

When she fell

Never saw those faces 'til she got to hell



To see the fight (to see the fight)

To see the fight (to see the fight)

To see the fight (to see the fight)


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