Bruce Springsteen - The wall

Ciga^Grettes and a bottle of ^Dbeer, this ^Gpoem that I wrote ^Dfor you This black ^Gstone and these hard ^Dtears they're ^Gall I've got left now ^Dof you I re^Bmmember you in your Marine uniform laughing, laughing at your ship out ^Dparty I've read ^BmRobert McNamara, he says he's ^Dsorry

Yeah, you and your ^Gboots and black t-^Dshirt, oh, ^GBilly you looked so ^Dbad Yeah ^Gyou and your rock and roll ^Dband was the ^Gbest thing this shit town ever ^Dhad

Now the ^Bmmen that put you here eat with their families in rich ^Ddining halls And ap^Bmology and forgiveness got no place here at ^Dall, here at the wall

I'm ^Gsorry that I missed you last ^Dyear, I couldn't ^Gfind no one to ^Ddrive me If your ^Geyes could cut through that black ^Dstone, tell me ^Gwould they recog^Dnize me

For the ^Bmliving time it must be served, life ^Dgoes on Ciga^Bmrettes and a bottle of beer and skin on ^Dblack stone

High school ^Gpictures and paper ^Dflowers, there's ^Gribbons as red as t^Dhe blood Yeah as the ^Gblood you spilled^D in the ^GCentral Highlands m^Dud Now the l^Bmimousines rush down Pennsylvania Avenue as the ^Drain falls A^Bmpology and forgiveness got no place here ^Dat all