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 --
              
              
                Thank God, he 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 Gideon's Bible --
              
              
                Open at page one --
              
              
                God stole the handle and
              
              
                The train won't stop going --
              
              
                No way to slow down.