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