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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