text: Cigarettes and a bottle of beer
  This poem that I wrote for you
  This black stone and these hard tears
  Are all I got left now of you
  I remember you in your Marine uniform laughing
  Laughing at your ship out party
  I read Robert McNamara says hes sorry
  Your high boots and striped T-shirt
  Ah Billy you looked so bad
  Yeah, you and your rock-n-roll band
  You were best thing this shit town ever had
  Now the men who put you here eat with their families In rich dining halls
  And apology and forgiveness got no place here at all
  At the wall
  Im sorry I missed you last year
  I couldnt 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 it must be served, the day goes on
  Cigarettes and a bottle of beer
  Skin on black stone
  On the ground dog tags and wreaths of flowers
  With 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