Lyrics:

[Jethro Tull] In the shuffling madness Of the locomotive breath Runs the all time loser Headlong to his death And 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, oh He sees his children jumping off At stations one by one His woman and his best friend In bed and having fun And oh, 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, oh No way to slow down He hears the silence howling When he catches angels as they fall And the all time winner Has got him by the balls Oh, and he picks up Gideon's Bible And it's open at page one I think God, he stole the handle And the train, it won't stop going No way to slow down No way to slow down No way to slow down No way to slow down