In the shuffling madess 
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 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 Gideons Bible 
open at page one 
old Charlie stole the handle and 
the train won't stop going 
no way to slow down.