(Mustaine)
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 re turning back
No horse ever ran as fast
As the money that you bet
