[locomotive breath]

I heard this come on the radio while driving downtown.

Ams and I used to take tennis rackets and play them like guitars and sing this song.

We looked about as awesome as you'd think we looked. 

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 hand 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 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.

[Kickass Flute Solo]

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 down,

no way to slow down.