Locomotive Breath

In the shuffling madness of the locomotive breath
Runs the all-time loser, headlong to his death, oh
He feels the piston scraping, steam breaking on his brow
Old Charlie stole the handle and the train, it won't stop going
No way to slow down, oh

He sees his children jumping off at stations one by one
His woman and his best friend, in bed and having fun, oh
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 to slow down, yeah

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 think that God, He stole the handle and the train, it won't stop going
No way to slow down, no way to slow down, no way to slow down, no way to slow down
No way to slow down, no way to slow down, no way to slow down