Bruce Springsteen - The Wall Lyrics
Cigarettes and a bottle of beerThis poem I wrote for youThis black stone and these hard tearsAre all I've got left now of youI remember you in your Marine uniform laughingLaughing that you're shipping out probablyI read Robert McNamara says he's sorryYou and your boots and black t-shirtAh Billy you looked so badYa, you and your rock and roll bandWas the best thing this shit town ever hadNow the man who put you hereHe feeds his family in rich dining hallsAnd apology and forgiveness have no place here at allAt the wallI'm sorry I missed you last yearI couldn't find no one to drive meIf your eyes could cut through that black stoneTell me would they recognize me?For the living, time must be servedLife goes onCigarettes and a bottle of beerSkin on black stoneHigh School pictures, paper flowersRibbon, red as the bloodYa, as the blood you spilledIn the Central Highlands mudNow the limousines rush down Pennsylvania BoulevardAs the rain fallsAnd apology and forgiveness have no place here at all
