Paroles de Locomotive Breath

In the shuffling madess, 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.