Locomotive Breath

In the shuffling madness of the locomotive breath
Runs the all-time loser headlong to his death
Well, 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, hey, whoa-o-o

He sees his children jumping off at the stations one by one
His woman and his best friend, in bed and having fun
Well, 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, whoa-o-o

He hears the silence howling, well, he catches angels as they fall
And the all-time winner has got him by the balls
Well, he picks up Gideon's Bible, well, it?s 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, hey, whoa-o-o
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, whoa-o-o
No way to slow down, no way to slow down