should acquaint You with the plan Oh, honey I've gone away. Oh, honey I've gone away. Oh, honey I've gone away My feel for you, boy, is decaying in front of me. Like the carrion of a murdered prey. And
Black Maria. Through the streets of Spanish Harlem. Calling old friends on the corners. Just to lay our prayers upon them Crying, adios Hermanos, Adios. Adios Hermanos, Adios. Adios Hermanos, Adios
Black Maria. Through the streets of Spanish Harlem. Calling old friends on the corners. Just to lay our prayers upon them Crying, adios Hermanos, Adios. Adios Hermanos, Adios. Adios Hermanos, Adios
