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

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