In the Shuffling madness of the [bad word] breath, [bad word] 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 that watched her go 
You know he couldn`t slow down 
No he couldn`t slow down 

He sees his children jumping off at stations one by one 
His woman and his best friend in bed and having fun 
Crawling down the corridor on his hands and knees 
Old Charlie stole the handle and the train that watched her go 
No he couldn`t slow down 
No he couldn`t 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 that watched her go 
You know he couln`t slow down 
No he couldn`t slow down