Just seems like old charlie stole the handle

In the shuffling madness

Of the locomotive breath

Runs the all time loser

Headlong to his death

Oh, he feels the pistons screaming

Steam breaking on his brow

Old Charlie stole the handle

And the train it won't stop going

No way it could slow down

He sees his children jumpin' off

At stations one by one

His woman and his best friend

In bed and having fun

So 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 it could slow down

He hears the silence howling

Catches angels as they fall

And the all time winner

Has got him by the balls

Oh, he picks up Gideon's Bible

Open at page one

I thank God, he stole the handle

And the train it won't stop going

No way it could slow down