Tom Waits

Its the same with men as with horses and dogs
Nothing wants to die
Evelyn James they killed in a game
With guns too big for their hands
Just off St. Charles in No-Mans Land
And youll have to find your own way home, boys
Youll have to find your own way home
The oldest was Troy, an eighteen year-old boy
Shot dead in March with a robbery
His brother started out to hell and to ruin
Troys killer was never caught they say
Young nick he just went bad that day
Now hell have to find his own way home, boys
Hell have to find his own way home
Why cook dinner?
Why make my bed?
Why come home at all?
Out the door and through the woods
There is a world where nothing grows
Its hard to say grace and to sit in the place
Of someone missing at the table
Moms hair sprayed tight
And her face in her hands
Watching TV for answers to me
After all shes only human
And shes trying to find her own way home, boys
Shes trying to find her own way home
My legs ache
My heart is sore
The well is full of pennies
[ The Fall Of Troy Lyrics ]