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