Tom Waits - The Fall Of Troy Lyrics
It's the same with men as with horses and dogsNothing wants to dieEvelyn James they killed in a gameWith guns too big for their handsJust off St. Charles in No-Mans LandAnd you'll have to find your own way home, boysYou'll have to find your own way homeThe oldest was Troy, an eighteen year-old boyShot dead in March with a robberyHis brother started out to hell and to ruinTroy's killer was never caught they sayYoung nick he just went bad that dayNow he'll have to find his own way home, boysHe'll have to find his own way homeWhy cook dinner?Why make my bed?Why come home at all?Out the door and through the woodsThere is a world where nothing growsIt's hard to say grace and to sit in the placeOf someone missing at the tableMom's hair sprayed tightAnd her face in her handsWatching TV for answers to meAfter all she's only humanAnd she's trying to find her own way home, boysShe's trying to find her own way homeMy legs acheMy heart is soreThe well is full of pennies
