Paroles de 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 I thank God he stole the handle and the train won't stop going no way to slow down.