The Wall - Bruce Springsteen
Cigarettes and a bottle of beer

This poem I wrote for you

This black stone and these hard tears

Are all I've got left now of you

I remember you
in your Marine uniform laughing
Laughing that you're shipping out probably

I read Robert McNamara says he's sorry

You and your boots and black t-shirt

Ah Billy you looked so bad

Ya, you and your rock and roll band

Was the best thing this shit town ever had

Now the man who put you here
He feeds his family in rich dining halls

And apology and forgiveness
got no place here at all

At the wall

And I'm sorry I missed you last year

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 must be served

So day goes on

Cigarettes and a bottle of beer

Skin on black stone

On the ground those taste sweet flowers

Ribbon, red as the blood

Ya, as the blood you spilled

In the Central Highlands mud

the limousines rush down
Pennsylvania Boulevard
As the rain falls

And apology and forgiveness
got no place here at all

hear the wild