Locomotive Breath Songtext
von Jethro Tull

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

No way, it could slow down
No way, it could slow down
No way, it could slow down
No way, it could slow down
No way, it could slow down
No way, it could slow down