The Wall
Bruce Springsteen| Original | La versione incisa nel nuovo album "High Hopes" |
| THE WALL | THE WALL |
| Cigarettes and a bottle of beer This poem 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 | 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 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 have no place here at all At the wall | 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 |
| 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 | 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 |
| High School pictures, paper flowers Ribbon, red as the blood Ya, as the blood you spilled In the Central Highlands mud Now the limousines rush down Pennsylvania Boulevard As the rain falls And apology and forgiveness have no place here at all | 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 |
