”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 marijuana leads to heroin; 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 shit.
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”
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