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 it 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 it 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 

God He stole the handle and
The train won't stop going 
No way to slow down.