Locomotive Breath

In the shuffling madness of the locomotive breath

Runs the all-time loser, headlong to his death

He feels the piston scraping steam breaking on his brow

Old Charlie stole the handle and the train won't stop going

No way to slow down

He sees his children jumping off at the stations one by one

His woman and his best friend in bed and having fun

He's crawling down the corridor on his hands and knees

Old Charlie stole the handle and the train won't stop going

No way to slow down

He hears the silence howling, catches angels as they fall

And the all-time winner has got him by the balls

He picks up Gideons Bible open at page one

Old Charlie stole the handle and the train won't stop going

No way to slow down