I like it    I don't like it

Im doing you a favor
As Im taking all your money
I guess I should feel sorry
But I dont even trust me
Theres bad news creeping up
And you feel a sudden chill
How do you do? my name is trouble
Im coming in for the kill...
And you know I will

Set the ball a-rollin
Ill be clicking off the miles
On the train of consequences
My boxcar life o style
My thinking is derailed
Im tied up to the tracks
The train of consequences
There aint no turning back

No horse ever ran as fast
As the money that you bet
Im blowing on my cards
And I play them to my chest
Lifes fabric is corrupt
Shot through with corroded thread
As for me I hocked my brains
Packed my bags and headed west