Lyrics:

In the shuffling madness of the locomotive breath
Runs the all-time loser headlong to his death
He feels the pistol scraping, steam breaking on his brow
Old Charlie stole the handle
And the train, he 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
He's crawling down the corridor on his hands and his knees
Old Charlie stole the handle
And the train, he won't stop going, no way to slow down
No way

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, opens at page one
Why, thank the God, he stole the handle
And the train, he won't stop going, no way to slow down
No way, no way to slow down
No way, no way to slow down
No way, no way to slow down
No way