Green Day - Maria lyrics
Green Day [East Bay, California. USA.]
[Green Day - Maria lyrics]
Billie Joe, it certainly is exciting to meet
You here at the recording studio
Right after you've just made your very
First record! How does it feel?
Hmmm wonderful!
She smashed the radio with
The board of education
Turned up the static left of
The state of the nation
Turn on the flame, step on the gas
Burning the flag at half mast
She's the rebel forgotten son
An export of the revolution
She is the first voice of the
Last one's in the line
She'll drag the weights to
Keep the vendetta alive
Bring in the head of the government
The dog ate the document
Someone shot the president
And no one knows where Maria went!
Maria! Maria! Maria! Where did ya go?
Be careful what you're offering
Your breath lacks the conviction
Drawing a line in the dirt
Because the last decision is no! It's no!
She smashed the radio with
The board of education
Turned up the static left of
The state of the nation
Turn on the flame, step on the gas
Burning the flag at half mast
She's the rebel forgotten son
An export of the revolution
Maria! Maria! Maria! Where did ya go?
Maria! Maria! Maria! Where did ya go?
You here at the recording studio
Right after you've just made your very
First record! How does it feel?
Hmmm wonderful!
She smashed the radio with
The board of education
Turned up the static left of
The state of the nation
Turn on the flame, step on the gas
Burning the flag at half mast
She's the rebel forgotten son
An export of the revolution
She is the first voice of the
Last one's in the line
She'll drag the weights to
Keep the vendetta alive
Bring in the head of the government
The dog ate the document
Someone shot the president
And no one knows where Maria went!
Maria! Maria! Maria! Where did ya go?
Be careful what you're offering
Your breath lacks the conviction
Drawing a line in the dirt
Because the last decision is no! It's no!
She smashed the radio with
The board of education
Turned up the static left of
The state of the nation
Turn on the flame, step on the gas
Burning the flag at half mast
She's the rebel forgotten son
An export of the revolution
Maria! Maria! Maria! Where did ya go?
Maria! Maria! Maria! Where did ya go?