In the Shuffling madness
Of the locomotive breath,
Runs the all time loser,
Headlong to his death
He feels the piston scraping
Sweat forms on his brow
And old Charlie stole the handle
And the rain won't stop going
No way to 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
And 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
And old Charlie stole the handle
And the train it won't stop going
No way to slow down