Tom Waits - Crossroads lyrics

Now, George was a good straight boy to begin with But there was bad blood in him someway He got into the magic bullets and That leads straight to Devil's work Just like marywanna leads to h**n You think you can take them bullets and leave 'em, do you? Just save a few for your bad days Well... Well, now we all have those bad days when we can't hit for sh** The more of them magics you use The more bad days you have without them So it comes down to finally All your days being bad without the bullets It's magics or nothing Time to stop chippying around and kidding yourself Kid, you're hooked, heavy as lead And that's where old George found himself Out there at the crossroads Molding the Devil's bullets Now a man figures it's his bullets So it'll hit what he wants to hit But it don't always work out that way You see, some bullets is special for a single aim A certain stag, or a certain person And no matter where you aim, that's where the bullet will end up And in the moment of aiming, the gun turns into a dowser's wand And point where the bullet wants to go (George Schmid was moving in a series of convulsive spasms Like someone in an epileptic fit With his face distorted, and his eyes wild, like a la**oed horse Bracing his legs but something kept pulling him on And now he is picking up the skulls and making the circle.) I guess old George didn't rightly know what he was getting himself into The fit was on him and it carried him right to the crossroads