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 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