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 all 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 bag and headed West