It is almost impossible to pick a one-liner (or two-liner, really) from a Tom Waits song. The chaos of his music only makes sense when it's all glued together, creating a sense of unraveling reality the first time you listen to a track and then - as your soul recovers from the shock of being exposed to the output of his twisted mind - the feeling morphs into a combination of intellectual appreciation and emotional pleasure.
Referring to the war (in the Middle East, I presume):
How is it that the only ones responsible for making this mess,
Got their sorry asses stapled to a god damned desk
- Tom Waits, "Hell Broke Luce"
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