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
In for the kill, and you know I will
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Set the ball a-rolling, I'll be clicking off the miles
On the train of consequences, my boxcar life of 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 played 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
I hocked my brains, headed west
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