The Wall

[Verse] 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, Billy you looked so bad You and your rock-n-roll band, you were best thing this shit town ever had Now the men who put you here eat with their families in rich dining halls And apology and forgiveness got no place here at all at the wall 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, the day goes on Cigarettes and a bottle of beer, skin on black stone On the ground dog tags and wreaths of flowers, with 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