I'm doing you a favor
As I'm taking all your money
I guess I should feel sorry

But I don't even trust me
There's bad news creeping up
And you feel a sudden chill

How do you do? My name is trouble
I'm coming in for the kill...
And you know I will


Set the ball A-Rollin
I'll be clicking off the miles

On the train of consequences
My boxcar life O' style
My thinking is derailed

I'm tied up to the tracks
The train of consequences
There ain't no turning back


No horse ever ran as fast
As the money that you bet

I'm blowing on my cards
And I play them to my chest
Life's fabric is corrupt

Shot through with corroded thread
As for me I hocked my brains
Packed my bags and headed west