The Wall lyrics

Cigarettes and a bottle of beer, this poem that I wrote for you

This black stone and these hard tears are all I got left now of you

I remember you in your Marine uniform laughing,

laughing at your ship out party

I read Robert McNamara says he's sorry

Your high boots and striped t-shirt, ah, Billy you looked so bad

Yeah you and your rock and roll band,

you were the best thing this shit town ever had

Now the men that put you here eat

with their families in rich dining halls

And apology and forgiveness got no place here at all,

here at the wall

Well I'm sorry I missed you last year,

I couldn't find no one to drive me

If your eyes could cut through that black stone,

tell me would they recognize me

For the living time it must be served as the day goes on

Cigarettes and a bottle of beer, skin on black stone

On the ground dog tags and wreaths of flowers,

with the ribbons red as the blood

Red as the blood you spilled in the Central Highlands mud

Limousines rush down Pennsylvania Avenue,

rustling the leaves as they fall

And apology and forgiveness got no place here at all,

here at the wall

• Artist:Bruce Springsteen