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In the shuffling madess 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 handle 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 and 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. 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 - old Charlie stole the handle and the train won`t stop going - no way to slow down. |