Courtesy of Bob B:

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In the shuffling madness
Of his neck-sniffing breath,
Leads the all-time loser,
Headlong to our death
Oh, he feels the piston scraping
Steam breaking on his brow
Old Joe, he stole the handle
And the train it won’t stop
Oh no way to slow down
He makes our children jump off
At the stations one by one
His woman and his best friend
In charge and having fun
Oh, he’s crawling down the corridor
On his hands and knees
Old Joe, he stole the handle
And the train it won’t stop going
No way to slow down
Hey
He hears the silence howling
Catches naps as markets fall
And the so-called winner
Has got us by the balls
Oh, he makes up facts & figures
Starting from day one
Don’t know how he stole the handle
But the train it won’t stop going
No way to slow down
No way to slow down
No way to slow down
No way to slow down

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