TRACY CHAPMAN - Crossroad

All you folks think you own my life 

But you never made any sacrifice 

Demons they are on my trail 

I'm standing at the crossroads of the hell

I look to the left I look to the right 

There're hands that grab me on every side

All you folks think I got my price 

At which I'll sell all that is mine 

You think money rules when all else fails 

Go sell your soul and keep your shell 

I'm trying to protect what I keep inside 

All the reasons why I live my life 

Some say the devil be a mystical thing 

I say the devil he a walking man

He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief

He try to tell you what you want 

Try to tell you what you need 

Standing at the point 

The road it cross you down 

What is at your back 

Which way do you turn 

Who will come to find you first 

Your devils or your gods 

All you folks think you run my life 

Say I should be willing to compromise

I say all you demons go back to hell 

I'll save my soul save myself