Crossroads Lyrics

When you're standing at the crossroads and there's nowhere else to run

Tell me what's the point in turning back and going where you've come?

You've got yes men out the wazoo

Robber barons just for fun

Now the road got slick and you got crimson stains on hands you've wrung

There'll be blood upon your doorstep in the end you'll just feel numb

Every broken dream and life you stole were goalposts overrun

As the last walls close upon you

And you're drawing out your gun

Know that we'll be quick and you'll be kicked like pedals on a drum

Doo

When you're standing at the crossroads and there's nowhere else to run

Tell me why did all the friends you know get shoulders cold and shunned?

If you knew that you'd be happy if you never saw your sons

Don't expect pity, concern, support, from people that you wrong

Save your sorries

Save your sorry breath

You dug your own grave

And met your match

Save your glory

Things got gory

Flinch at merciless swings

Game set and match

Doo

When you're standing at the crossroads and there's nowhere else to run

Tell me what's the point in turning back and going where you've come?