Locomotive Breath

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 won't stop going
No way to slow down.
He sees his children jumping off
At the stations -- one by one.

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.