Tom Waits for no man.

Some of our words are stolen directly from Tom Waits songs. Try to guess which ones. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.

He came home from the war with a party in his head
With a nail sized hole cut in his knee
Went home and found his wife with another man instead
And his mistress ran away to Tripoli
Ain't no broken bottle's there, but a fire in his mouth
And an eyeglass made of lead over his face
Legs like choking fish he lead a march down to the South
The inspector's keeping close after his case

He came home from the war with a party on his bed
And a penchant for casino games and dice
Shuffled up to Baltimore 'cause of what a gypsy said
You know he's crazy 'cause he always says it's nice
Little fairies made of tin, they know how to be his friend
But good luck to those who want to be his wife
Some say there ain't no pattern to the messages he sends
Some say he'll keep sending them all his life

He came home from the war to party 'till he's dead
He brought fireworks along just for the fun
They went off in his face, and across his garden shed
Like a bullet from a pretty blue gun
He came home from the war, but some call that fraudulent
But he answers right away and doesn't stall
It's a special kind of crazy that doesn't happen by accident
Some doubt that he was ever there at all