Tom Waits - The Fall of Troy lyrics

It's the same with men as with horses and dogs Nothing wants to die Evelyn James they k**ed in a game With guns too big for their hands Just off St. Charles in no man's land and You'll have to find your own way home, boys You'll have to find your own way home The oldest was Troy An eighteen year old boy Shot dead in March in a robbery His brother started out To hell and to ruin Troy's k**er was never caught they say Young Nick he just went bad that day Now he'll have to find his own way home, boys He'll 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's a world where nothing grows It's hard to say grace and to sit in the place Of someone missing at the table Mom's hair sprayed tight And her face in her hands Watching t.v. for answers To me After all she's only human And she's trying to find her own way home, boys She's trying to find her own way home My legs ache, my heart is sore The well is full of pennies