Текст песни Jethro Tull - Locomotive Breath

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 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 Gideon's Bible,
Open at page one:
"God stole the handle and
The train won't stop going,
No way to slow down".