Tom Waits - Crossroads

Now, George was a good straight boy to begin with,but there was bad blood in him somewayhe got into the magic bullets andthat leads straight to Devil's workjust like marywanna leads to heroinYou 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 shit.

The more of them magics you use,the more bad days you have without themSo it comes down to finallyall your days being bad without the bulletsIt'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 personAnd 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 Schmidt was moving in a series of convulsive spasmslike someone in an epileptic fitwith his face distorted, and his eyes wild, like a lassoed horsebracing 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.