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Crossroads - The Black Rider - Tom Waits (汤姆·威兹)
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 m*******a
Leads to h****n you think yo ucan take
Them bullets or leave 'em do you

Just save a few for your bad days
Well now we all have those bad days
When you can't shoot for sh*t
The more of them magics you use
The more bad days you have without them
So it comes down finally to 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 will
Hit what he wants to hit

But it don't always work that way

You see some bullets is special
For a single aim
A certain stag or a certain person
And no matter where you are
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
With 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's getting himself into

The fit was on him and it
Carried him right to the crossroads