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
