Bruce Springsteen: The Wall Unreleased, Live November 16 2005 version G D G D Cigarettes and a bottle of beer, this poem that I wrote for you G D G D This black stone and these hard tears they're all I've got left now of you Bm D I remember you in your Marine uniform laughing, laughing at your ship out party Bm D I've read Robert McNamara, he says he's sorry G D G D Yeah, you and your boots and black t-shirt, oh, Billy you looked so bad G D G D Yeah you and your rock and roll band was the best thing this shit town ever had Bm D Now the men that put you here eat with their families in rich dining halls Bm D And apology and forgiveness got no place here at all, here at the wall G D G D I'm sorry that I missed you last year, I couldn't find no one to drive me G D G D If your eyes could cut through that black stone, tell me would they recognize me Bm D For the living time it must be served, life goes on Bm D Cigarettes and a bottle of beer and skin on black stone | G | G | G | D | G | G | G | D | D | G D G D High school pictures and paper flowers, there's ribbons as red as the blood G D G D Yeah as the blood you spilled in the Central Highlands mud Bm D Now the limousines rush down Pennsylvania Avenue as the rain falls Bm D Apology and forgiveness got no place here at all