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)