Tom Waits - Crossroads

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 heroin
\ 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 shit.

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 Schmidt was moving in a series of convulsive spasms
\ like someone in an epileptic fit
\ with his face distorted, and his eyes wild, like a lassoed 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.