| Song | The Part You Throw Away (Remastered) |
| Artist | Tom Waits |
| Album | Blood Money |
| 作词 : Brennan, Waits | |
| The Part You Throw Away | |
| You dance real slow | |
| You wreck it down | |
| You walk away, then you | |
| turn around | |
| What did that old blonde | |
| gal say? | |
| That is the part... | |
| You throw away | |
| I want that beggars eyes | |
| a winning horse | |
| a tidy Mexican divorce | |
| St. Mary's prayers | |
| Houdini's Hands | |
| and a Barman who always | |
| understands | |
| Will you loose the flowers | |
| hold on to the vase | |
| Will you wipe all those teardrops | |
| away from your face | |
| I can't help thinking | |
| as I close the door | |
| I have done all of this | |
| many times before | |
| The bone must go | |
| The wish can stay | |
| The kiss don't know | |
| What the lips will say | |
| Forget I've hurt you | |
| Put stones in your bed | |
| and remember to never | |
| mind instead | |
| Well all of your letters | |
| Burned up in the fire | |
| Time is just memory | |
| mixed in with Desire | |
| That's not the road it is | |
| Only the map...I say | |
| gone just like matches | |
| from a closed down cabaret | |
| In a Portuguese Saloon | |
| a fly is circling around | |
| the room | |
| You'll soon forget the | |
| tune that you play | |
| For that is the part | |
| You throw away | |
| oh that is the part | |
| You throw away |
| zuò cí : Brennan, Waits | |
| The Part You Throw Away | |
| You dance real slow | |
| You wreck it down | |
| You walk away, then you | |
| turn around | |
| What did that old blonde | |
| gal say? | |
| That is the part... | |
| You throw away | |
| I want that beggars eyes | |
| a winning horse | |
| a tidy Mexican divorce | |
| St. Mary' s prayers | |
| Houdini' s Hands | |
| and a Barman who always | |
| understands | |
| Will you loose the flowers | |
| hold on to the vase | |
| Will you wipe all those teardrops | |
| away from your face | |
| I can' t help thinking | |
| as I close the door | |
| I have done all of this | |
| many times before | |
| The bone must go | |
| The wish can stay | |
| The kiss don' t know | |
| What the lips will say | |
| Forget I' ve hurt you | |
| Put stones in your bed | |
| and remember to never | |
| mind instead | |
| Well all of your letters | |
| Burned up in the fire | |
| Time is just memory | |
| mixed in with Desire | |
| That' s not the road it is | |
| Only the map... I say | |
| gone just like matches | |
| from a closed down cabaret | |
| In a Portuguese Saloon | |
| a fly is circling around | |
| the room | |
| You' ll soon forget the | |
| tune that you play | |
| For that is the part | |
| You throw away | |
| oh that is the part | |
| You throw away |