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 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.
 No way to slow down.
 No way to slow down.
 No way to slow down.
 No way to slow down.
 No way to slow down.
 No way to slow down.
 No way to slow down.
 No way to slow down.