Lead and hate made a hole in his chest
and now Tony won't sing no more
And now Maria has nothing
but blood and time on her hands
and nowhere to go
and her voice has grown cold
And as she watched his blood stained with hate
flow through the street
she forgave the hole and the lead
And she held the gun
  she held the gun
But she couldn't find the hate
to pull the trigger
Only the tears for the death of a song
she could hear echoing
somewhere
in in the dreams of yesterday