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"Train of Consequences" es una canción interpretada por Megadeth, publicada en el álbum Youthanasia.
Fecha de lanzamiento: 01 de noviembre del año 1994.
Lyrics Train of Consequences - Megadeth
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
Ooh, and you know I will
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, oh
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, ah
I hocked my brains
Headed west
Oh, 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
Oh, 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
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
(Hahahahahaha)
Train of Consequences lyrics
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