| Song | The Fall Of Troy |
| Artist | Tom Waits |
| Album | Tales From The Underground 2 |
| It’s the same with men as with horses and dogs | |
| Nothing wants to die | |
| Ethel and James they killed 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 brothers started out to hell and to ruin | |
| Troy’s killer 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 TV 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 |
| It' s the same with men as with horses and dogs | |
| Nothing wants to die | |
| Ethel and James they killed 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 brothers started out to hell and to ruin | |
| Troy' s killer 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 TV 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 |