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The Wall

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Eerste keer gespeeld op: 19/02/2003

Laatste keer gespeeld op: 22/05/2014

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Cigarettes and a bottle of beer, this poem that I wrote for you
This black stone and these hard tears, they are all I got left now of you
I remember you in your Marine uniform laughing, laughing at your shipping out party
I read Robert McNamara says he's sorry

You're high boots and strap t-shirt, ah, Billy you looked so bad
Yeah you and your rock and roll band, it was the best thing this shit town ever had
Now the men that put you here eat with their families in rich dining halls
And apology and forgiveness got no place here at all, here at the wall

Well 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 that must be served as the day goes on
Cigarettes and a bottle of beer, skin on black stone

On the ground dog tags and wreaths 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 wall


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