Locomotive breath

In the shuffling madness Of the locomotive breath Rides the all-time loser Headlong to his death And he feels the pistons grating 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 jumping off At stations one by one His woman and his best friend Indeed in heaven forlorn And 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 He hears the silence howling When he catches angels as they fall And the all-time winner Has got him by the balls And he picks up Gideon's bible It's open at page one I thank God he stole the handle And the train, it won't stop going No way to slow down No way to slow down