In the shuffling madness
Of the locomotive breath,
Runs the all time loser,
Headlong to his death.
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 to slow down.
He sees his children jump off
At 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 it won't stop going
No way to slow down.
(flute solo)
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.
I think 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.
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