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

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

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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