Tom Waits - Crossroads Lyrics
Now, george was a good straight boy to begin with, but there was bad bloodIn him; someway he got into the magic bullets and that leads straight toDevils work, just like marijuana leads to heroin; you think yo ucan takeThem bullets or leave em, do you?Just save a few for your bad daysWell, now, we all have those bad days when you cant shoot for shit.The more of them magics you use, the more bad days you have without themSo it comes down finally to all your days being bad without the bulletsIts magics or nothingTime to stop chippying around and kidding yourself,Kid, youre hooked, heavy as leadAnd thats where old george found himselfOut there at the crossroadsMolding the devils bulletsNow a man figures its his bullets, so it willHit what he wants to hitBut it dont always work that wayYou see, some bullets is special for a single aimA certain stag, or a certain personAnd no matter where you are, thats where the bullet will end upAnd in the moment of aiming, the gun turns into a dowsers wandAnd point where the bullet wants to go(george schmid was moving in a series of convulsive spasms, like someoneWith an epileptic fit, with his face distorted and his eyes wild like aLassoed horse bracing his legs. but something kept pulling him on. and nowHe is picking up the skulls and making the circle.)I guess old george didnt rightly know what hes getting himself intoThe fit was on him and it carried him right to the crossroads
