Crossroads (2023 Remaster)

[Verse 1]
Now, George was a good straight boy to begin with
But there was bad blood in him someway
And he got into the magic bullets that lead straight to the Devil's work
Just like marijuana 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, we all have those bad days when we can't hit for shit
And the more of them magics you use the more bad days you have without 'em
So it comes down to finally
All your days being bad without the bullets
It's magics or nothing
Timе to stop chippying around and kidding yourself
Kid, you're hooked
Hеavy as lead

[Verse 2]
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 take what he wants
But it don't always work out that way
You see, some bullets is special for a single target
A certain stag or a certain person
And no matter where you aim, that's where the bullet'll end up
And in the moment of aiming, the gun turns into a dowser's wand
And points where the bullet wants to go

[Verse 3]
George Schmidt was moving in a series of convulsive spasms
Like someone in an epileptic fit
With his face contorted and his eyes wild like a lassoed horse
Bracing his legs, but something kept pulling him on
Now he's picking up the skulls and makin' a 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