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.