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. 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.