Lletres: John Cale. My Maria.

My Maria
She's a simple kind of girl
Goes to mass
Sees the blood of Jesus flow

Ohh, Maria
Ohh, Maria

Then her mother told her
Baby how her brother died
Streets were fighting
And the rivers all ran dry

Ohh, Maria
Ohh, 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)