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 [ Lyrics provided by www.redcusco.com ] 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
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