There in my memory Just on the periphery Loose-knit like gauze on the centerline The broke-down cobblestone drive, the Black Maria
For when it comes for you Nothing to be done for you Write down your name on the dotted line Shut up your mouth, son, here's the Black Maria
The Black Maria Comes for us all Can't you hear their boots in the hall? Answer your name when they call The Black Maria The Black Maria
Where are the neighbors? The bootblacking laborers? The windows are dark and the shutters drawn The only lone souls who roam are all pariahs
Turn out your lantern light Set your affairs to right Pull out the prayers that you mumble on For everyone is an enemy, come the Black Maria The Black Maria
The Black Maria Comes for us all Can't you hear their boots in the hall? Answer your name when they call The Black Maria The Black Maria
There in my memory Just on the periphery Loose-knit like gauze on the centerline The broke-down cobblestone drive, the Black Maria The Black MariaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
