Locomotive Breath

In the shuffling madness Of the locomotive breath Runs the all time loser Headlong to his death Oh, he feels the pistons screaming Steam breaking on his brow Old Charlie stole the handle And the train, it won't stop going No way, it could slow down He sees his children jumpin' off At stations one by one His woman and his best friend In bed and having fun So he's crawling down the corridor On his hands and knees Old Charlie stole the handle And the train, it won't stop going No way, it could slow down He hears the silence howling Catches angels as they fall And the all time winner Has got him by the balls Oh, he picks up Gideon's Bible Open at page one I thank God, he stole the handle And the train, it won't stop going No way, it could slow down No way, it could slow down No way, it could slow down No way, it could slow down No way, it could slow down No way, it could slow down No way, it could slow down