LOCOMOTIVE BREATH
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 jumping of
fat the station one by one
His woman and his best friend
in bed and having fun
He´s crawling down the corridoron
his hands and knees
refrão
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
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