Cigarettes and a bottle of beer This poem that 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
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 must be served Life goes on Cigarettes and a bottle of beer Skin on black stone
On the ground dog tags and wreath 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 wallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
