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

Thank God, he 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 Gideon's Bible

Open at page one

God stole the handle and

The train won't stop going

No way to slow down